“I am.” Leighton makes a show of giving me a long once-over. Her gaze lingers on my crotch. “But food isn’t going to satisfy.” She shoots Penny a forced smile. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”
“You’re both coming to the joint bachelor, bachelorette party, aren’t you?” Penny’s voice is soft. Sincere. She really does want us there.
To rub her marriage in my face.
To make amends.
To prove something to herself about how over me she is.
All of the above, maybe.
Leighton looks to me. Raises a brow. “It depends.”
I return her gesture.
“Will there be cock lollipops?” She smiles.
Penny laughs. “Mom is planning it.”
“So yeah.” I can’t help but laugh. Mrs. Winters is fun. Sarcastic. Punk rock. Everything Penny was when we fell in love.
Now…
I’m not sure who the hell my ex is now.
Leighton nods your call, spins on her heel, saunters to the grill.
I watch her ass sway as she walks away.
Fight my urge to go after her.
To bend her over the patio table, roll her bikini bottoms to her knees, and drive into her again and again.
“She hates me, doesn’t she?” Penny presses her French manicured nail into her middle finger.
“You blame her?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I would hate me too.”
“Do you?”
“Hate myself? Is that what you want?”
Part of me does.
The rest just wants to be done with her.
“When I first saw the two of you together…” Her honey eyes fix on mine. “There’s something about the way she looks at you.”
“What’s your point?”
“Does she treat you well?”
“Excuse me?”
“What?” She runs her fingers through her dark hair. “I know I hurt you, Ryan. I know what I did was shitty. But it wasn’t because I stopped loving you.”
“Then what the fuck was I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore.”