Page 70 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“Yeah, not a problem. Um, so is that where he lives? Or is going to continue living?”
“His name is Liam, and yes, he has a home here, but he is going to move to Virginia. Since I won’t leave the girls, we’ll be wherever they are.”
“Okay, and like you’ve vetted Liam, right? He’s not just with you for your money or something?”Wow.
“Damian, I cannot believe you just asked that. He’s very successful in his own right. He doesn’t need anything from me, least of all my money, I can assure you. He’s not an assistant looking for a big fish.”
“Sick burn, Britain.”
“Thanks.” For someone who dumped me, he has a lot of fucking gall saying some of this crap. “So now, this is just a heads up, once the girls meet Liam and are comfortable, he will be moving in with us.” I’m done with the courtesy, now he can just eat shit.
“Understood. Sorry, didn’t mean to be so insulting.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure you just can’t imagine someone loving me enough to want to be with me for me, huh?”
“You know I don’t think that. You just, you’ve basically been a dead woman walking the last couple of years. It’s hard for me to picture that person finding someone and falling deeply in love, enough to get married after knowing each other for a month.”
“Well, I’ve technically known him longer than you, for one. And two, I guess he was just able to bring me back to life in a way you never could.”
“Damn, you're cutting deep today, Brit.” Yeah, I should probably cool it, but he just really pissed me off. I didn’t know it was still possible for him to get under my skin like that.
“Yeah, that was shitty. Sorry.” I sigh. “You just know how to push my buttons, don’t you?”
“Same to you.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, about everything.” I say, trying.
“I’m sorry, too. Let’s try again, okay?”
“Yep, starting over.”Try to be good at divorce, Britain.
“Quick debrief and then let’s wrap it up.” I laugh at his nonsensical business tone.
“I pick up the girls from school June 7th, take them to camp June 8th. You pick them up from camp June 22nd and then that following week you take them to Disney World. I will have the girls the rest of the summer, during which I will be taking them to Spearhead for two weeks, and I will let you know those dates as soon as they’re locked in, but I’m thinking mid to late July.
You will meet Liam when the girls are at camp, and once they’re home from camp, I will introduce them to him. At some point later this summer, Liam will be moving in with me and the girls. Does this all sound agreeable to you?”
“Yes.”
“Great, then I will let you get back to your Saturday evening.”
“Great, I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Britain.”
“Bye, Damian.” I end the call, releasing the tension in my shoulders. Fuck, that could have gone better. It wasn’t horrible, but not great. I grab a bottled water out of the fridge before I head into the great room, typing dates into my calendar so I won’t forget, but I’m startled to see Liam sitting there.
“I thought you were napping?”
“Couldn’t sleep without you there.” He doesn’t turn around to look at me when he speaks and his tone is clipped and short.
“What’s wrong?”
“You never got over him?” He sounds destroyed when he says this, and something in me cracks. I have to just be honest with him. I wasn’t with Damian, and that didn’t serve anybody well.
“No, not really, but-”
“I should have just handed you over to him when you showed up at my doorstep. I’ve been a fool.”
“What? Liam, no, I don’t–”
