Page 84 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
Kailey is right.
They don’t fit.
Maybe it’s the calculation written so clearly on her face.
Maybe it’s because she doesn’t seem to care that she’s hurting Gray.
Maybe it’s just…Courtney.
I’m internalizing that—and trying not to immediately discount the thought that I fit Gray and that’s why I’m here right now, why I’m not fighting the growing connection between us—when Smitty, Aiden, and Leo move to intercept Courtney, ensuring they do it while keeping themselves between her and Gray.
And there my heart goes again.
Protecting him.
Looking out for him.
I should be there, should be beside him.
Even as those thoughts are sliding through my mind, I’m rising, moving over to Gray, lacing my fingers through his.
Think that—yes—he and I fit.
He glances down, expression drawn, eyes full of shame, that gorgeous mouth of his pressed flat.
Retreating.
I shift closer to his side and his lids slide closed for a beat, his big body moving on a breath. “Red,” he murmurs, and yup, the shame is riding him hard.
“This isn’t your fault,” I murmur.
“I’m the one who—” He seems to catch himself. “I’m the one who married her.”
“Faye is right,” Luna says, coming up on my other side, her hand on her belly. “She wants to make a scene.” A shrug. “Let her have her scene.”
Gray blanches. “This is your shower. My shit?—”
Luna ignores him, cutting off the rising conversation in front of us by calling, “Aiden, honey?”
Aiden turns concerned eyes her direction.
“Do you want to make the introductions?”
He sighs, but his lips curve upward. “Luna, this is Courtney. Courtney, my wife, Luna.”
Courtney sniffs. “Do I care?”
“Considering you barged into my house, you should,” Luna replies, so sweetly, it seems to take a moment for Courtney to process the words.
Her chin lifts. “I need to speak to Gray.”
Luna turns to Gray. “Do you want to speak to her?”
“Considering I dropped our signed divorce papers off to my lawyer a few days ago,” he says tersely. “Fuck no.”
“There,” Luna chirps. “See? You came. You saw. Now you’re going to walk your much-skinnier-than-mine-currently ass out the door.”
Another pause, as though the wheels are slowly turning, as though Courtney had a plan for exactly how this would proceed and now that it’s out the window, she doesn’t know how to react.
