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“And why not? You know I’ll look good on your arm.”

“You know how I feel about you, Caitlin,” I ignore her stupid remark about looking good with me. I’d rather die. “We go together, and it’ll make things even more awkward for Anna and Eric. Go and find one of your boytoys to take with you.”

“I want to go with you,” Caitlin sounds like she’s pouting. “What’s wrong with going with my ex-husband?”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, considering our past? Cause I don’t. I’ll interact with you, when necessary, but I won’t be going as your date. Got it?” I hang up before Caitlin could respond, tossing my phone onto the couch. Then I put my head in my hands.

A headache is starting to build, and I’m feeling like crap. Talking to my ex-wife seems to do that to me.

She must be up to something if she wants to go with me to our daughter’s wedding. I don’t want to be part of her schemes.

Not when I’m messed up over a completely different woman.

Chapter 10

Megan

“Couldyoustopmurderingthe vegetables, Megan? Those carrots are getting sliced down to within an inch of their life.”

I look up and see Mom gesturing at the pile of carrots in front of me. The slices are incredibly thin. I don’t even know how I managed that without slicing my fingers at the same time.

“Sorry, Mom.” I start to cut them a little thicker. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I noticed,” Mom peers at me. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not looking too great.”

“Thanks for that, Mom. I love you, too,” I say with a smile.

“You know what I mean.” Mom puts down the potato she’s been peeling and comes around to my side of the table. She looks concerned. “You’ve been out of sorts since you got here. Even helping me with lunch you’re distracted. Is something wrong?”

I slept with my boss and now I don’t know what to do.

I’m not about to say that to my mom; she would be horrified and scold me for doing something so stupid. And I’m not keen on telling her about my sex life. While we’re close, we are notthatclose.

“It’s just work, that’s all.” That is partially the truth. “And this stuff with Anna and Eric…”

“I know, honey,” Mom puts her arms around me. “Don’t forget, the offer to go on vacation when the wedding is happening is still on the table. And we’ve got everything practically sorted. All you have to do is say ‘yes’.”

I can’t help but smile. “Thanks, Mom. You’re awesome.”

“Of course I am.”

A chuckle makes me turn around, and I see that Dad is leaning against the doorframe. He’s watching Mom with a loving smile.

“Still as confident as ever, Sylvia.”

“Someone has to be,” Mom gives him a wink and goes back to her workstation. “Aren’t you and Clark going to help, or are you going to sit in the other room and pretend that you don’t know how to peel potatoes?”

“Don’t you remember what happened last time you got Dad and Clark to help out, Mom?” I reminded her. “We used an entire fire extinguisher to put the fire out. You grumbled about it for weeks.”

“Ah. Good point.”

Dad laughs. “You can’t have been that upset. You had been talking about giving the kitchen a makeover. I just started you off.”

Mom points at him with the potato peeler. “I have no idea how two men who know how to cook can start a raging inferno when they’re doing it together. You two should come with a warning label.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t put two alpha males in the kitchen,” he says. “We don’t take orders from each other.”

I laugh out loud. “You manage just fine with the barbecue.”

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