Page 93 of Meant to Be
Lexie’s eyes narrowed in a way that told him he was a terrible actor.
“She’s visiting her family in New York.”
“So everything is okay?”
He sighed. “It’s fine. Come in, but don’t ask me to share Mema’s food.”
Lexie pouted. “I’m eating for two.”
He rolled his eyes, picked up his bowl from the side table, and handed it to her. Had Sydney’s remedies worked? Or maybe it was Mema’s macs and cheese.
She smiled, the grin that led everyone to indulge her. Including him.
“Thank you.” She sat on the couch, and he took the chair.
They sat in silence, but he wasn’t fooled. Lexie was working up to something.
“Won’t Drake be worried about you?” Mitch hoped she’d take the hint and leave.
“I told him I was coming here.”
“Well, don’t make me wait any longer, tell me why you’re here so I can get back to my evening.”
She made a face, setting her food on the coffee table. “There’s a rumor you and Sydney are an item again.”
“It’s untrue.” He didn’t feel it necessary to tell her it had nearly been true.
“I visited Jenny—”
“She’s bored and trying to entertain herself with gossip.”
Lexie sat back and studied Mitch. He shifted in his seat under her intense glare.
“Sydney seemed to think you were together.”
“If you ask her now, you’ll find she’ll deny it.”
“Now. So the other rumor about the two of you going at it, and by ‘at it’ I mean yelling in her office, not sex, is true.”
Mitch sighed. “I love you, Lexie. I love that you and Drake have a fairy tale. But I’m not interested in discussing my love life or having you play matchmaker.”
“So you did have a love life?”
“Lex.”
“Come on, Mitch. It’s not healthy to keep it all in. And it’s rude to all the people who love you and want you to be happy.”
Only Lexie could turn his attempt at keeping his business to himself into bad manners toward others. He didn’t know why he kept avoiding the conversation. He’d grown up with Lexie and knew she wouldn’t let it go. “She told me she never got my messages or my letters.”
“How could she not have gotten them?”
“She said her mother intercepted them.”
“I thought moms like that were only in the movies.” Lexie thought for a moment. “She told you she didn’t get them, so you forgave her?”
“I believed her. I…” He didn’t want to go into how he’d tried to keep his distance but had failed. How he’d tried to keep his heart out of it but failed.
“So how do you know she had them?”
