Page 53 of The Paid Wife: A Lesbian Romance
suits coming and going. Dani swore she’d never seen so many
pants suits in her life. Or did they call them power suits? Was
that an eighties or nineties term?
“I guess I should let Dani get back to work.” Apparently,
Emily hadn’t forgotten that Dani was still there. She turned
with a genuine smile that made Dani’s stomach feel like she’d
eaten a swarm of locusts for breakfast.
She didn’t like the feeling. She didn’t like it at all. She’d
had that sensation before, usually before she got told to pack
her few things into a garbage bag because she was being
moved again. That flutter meant hope, and generally after,
hope getting crushed because it was never worth having in the
first place.
“Yeah.” She picked up a strand of hair and toyed with it,
twirling it around her index finger. Her left index finger. The
gold band with the tiny diamonds set into it flashed in the
sunlight, reminding her that she was married. Freaking
officially.
Married was one thing Dani never thought that she’d be.
She felt overwhelmed just thinking the word. She wanted to
ask Emily what the plan was now, but she also wanted to wait
until they were alone. Purple Dresses soon got the hint,
hugged Emily again, because apparently hugs were going out
of style, and sauntered off down the sidewalk together.
Dani didn’t ask Emily how she knew her friends. She didn’t
want to know, and she wasn’t polite enough to waste time on
social niceties that she didn’t believe in. She’d never cared if
people thought she was rude.
The twinge in her chest told her that maybe she cared what
Emily thought, and she didn’t like that. She didn’t know why
