Page 17 of Roll With The Punches
With that, she turned on her heel and stomped off.
Stuart stepped forward. “I feel like I should snap my fingers and say, ‘Oh, no, she did-unt.’”
Brandon offered him a fist bump.
Grace snapped her fingers. “Oh, no, she did-unt.”
Brandon fist-bumped her.
But Brandon got it. Tracey had been completely in love with him. When he’d finally come out to her and told her he was filing for divorce, it had devastated her.
Then she’d latched on to the first prospect she’d found for her next husband. She’d taken plenty of potshots at Brandon over the past several years about him “turning gay” and leaving her, abandoning his responsibilities, even though that wasn’t exactly the truth or anywhere close to it.
He’d given her plenty of passes, knowing she was in pain and scared and angry.
Grace wore a dour glare as she watched Tracey march across the parking lot. “That woman doesn’t have issues—she has subscriptions. If she thinks Pat is her best chance in this world, she’s also delusional. The guy’s a freaking idiot.”
Brandon fist-bumped with her again.
