Chapter 120
We get into the elevator. As we ride to the top, I hitch the kids up as they begin to slip off my hips. “I have a surprise for you.”
Violet raises an eyebrow, thinking she knows what it is.
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bbie is coming to New York for the weekend to stay with you guys while Mom and I go away for grown–up time,” “She is?” they gasp, excited.
“Yes, she and Mark are going to stay with you. It’s going to be so fun.”
My eyes find Vee’s. “How does that sound?”
She smiles softly. “That sounds perfect.”
I walk down the sidewalk with Mark, I have a suit fitting a couple of blocks away and it’s quicker to walk.
“So…Debbie,” Mark says.
I give him the side eye. “What about her?”
Mark and Debbie seem to have become familiar with each other through us, and I wish I could say I haven’t been suspicious, but I have.
“What’s her husband like?” he asks.
“I don’t really know him, seems a bit boring if you ask me.”
He nods as he listens, and I get the feeling he has something to say.
“Why do you ask?”
He shrugs as he acts casual. “She’s just? –” “What?” I cut him off.
“Nice.”
“What do you mean, nice?” He shrugs.
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“Nice in church or nice sucking cock?”
He rolls his lips guiltily.
“You did not,” I snap as I punch him. “I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Of course I didn’t.”
“So why are you asking?”
“I just…”
“You what?”
“I may have looked into her husband.”
“And?”
“He’s not who you think he is.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Things don’t add up.”
“You had him followed?” I snap.
“Investigated,” he fires back. “For interest’s sake.”
“Because you like her?”
“Yeah…maybe I do.”
“Maybe you fucking don’t. She’s happily married.”
“If she’s so happily married, why did a woman stay at his house on
Saturday night while Deb was away for work?”
My eyes hold his. “What?”
“So…”
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“So nothing. You need to stay out of this,” I fire back.
This is all I fucking need.
“But it’s…”
も
“It’s illegal to stake out someone.” I drag my hand down my face. “You don’t know, she could have
been there with his friend. Does he have a friend?
she his sister or something?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t fucking know; you have no facts and no reason to stalk him other than to break up her marriage. Stay out of it.” He exhales heavily.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No.” He screws up his face. “She’s not like that.”
“What did
you do?”
“Just talked to her.” “About what…your dick?” He smirks.
“You are not to go near her, do you hear me.” He rolls his eyes, unimpressed.
“I mean it. Stay. Away. From Debbie.”
Violet
Wednesday night.
The waiter arrives at our table. “Can I take your order please?”
Gabriel is sick of cooking, and between you and me, we are sick of his cooking…so we’ve come out to dinner when he got home from work.
“What do you want, Dominic?” he asks.
“Pasta.”
“We’ll have two of the spaghetti bolognese, please, and I’ll have the steak.” He looks over to me. “Babe?”
“I’ll have the salad, please.” I smile.
“Thank you,” Gabriel says, the waiter disappears and the twins start to squabble.
Gabriel opens up his phone and brings Netflix up and puts a movie on, he sets the phone up against the salt and pepper shakers and they quieten down as they begin to watch. I smile and Gabriel takes
hand in his and kisses it softly.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice says.
We look up to see Ariana standing over us.
Oh crap.
Gabriel’s face falls. “Ariana.”
“I was going to come and see you tomorrow, but I guess now is as good a time as ever,” she says.
“What do you mean?” he says impatiently.
“I’m pregnant.”
The earth moves beneath me.
No…
“Congratulations.” Lucia smiles up at her.
Dear god.
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