Page 157 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
I thought I’d seen her temper before.
Obviously, I haven’t seen anything yet.
“Don’t,” she snaps then focuses back on her cell, prods the screen until I hear the call ringing on speaker phone.
“All work out?” Luna says without a lick of shame.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck. Luns?!”
“What’s the matter?”
Faye lurches out of bed, starts pacing. “What do you mean what’s the matter? You texted Gray and lied to him about me moving!”
“You told me you were considering it?—”
“I also said I could never leave Nana’s house.”
The knot in my stomach that’s been there from the moment I read the texts loosens.
“I said I had decisions to make!” Faye throws up a hand. “But you knew I had no intention of leaving when you texted Gray?—”
“Luna,” I say as I push up out of bed. “She’ll call you back.”
Faye scowls but I don’t miss that below her anger is hurt.
She’s come so far from being alone…and now Luna’s done more than meddle.
She’s tried to rewrite our story—hasn’t allowed Faye to be the author of her own life.
I love Luna, appreciate her giving me the mental slap I needed to come back and fix this. But she and I will be having a talk. Because I won’t allow anyone—not me, not our friends, not our family—to hurt Faye, not ever again.
“Bye.” I snag the phone from Faye’s hand, hit the button to disconnect the call.
It immediately starts to ring again.
I shut it off.
Do the same for my own.
Because Faye and I have a future to build.
Without exes or interfering family or viral videos.
Just love and touch and…
And maybe another batch of banana bread.
Fifty
Faye
“Hey, Red?” he asks a long while later.
After my aborted call to Luna, Gray had distracted me, and yeah…
Turns out makeup sex is pretty great.
As was the warmth in his eyes when he propped up the shadow box with my first book near the window in his kitchen.
