“I could say I’m sorry for distracting you,” I said with a shaky voice, “but I’m not. Not really.”
“I’ll see you soon, Phoebe.”
“Oh yeah.”
His words rang in my ears long after I disconnected the call. Even after I finished my dinner, all I could think about was the next time I was going to see him. Griffin was going to turn my world upside down. I had no doubt.
And I couldn’t wait for that to happen.
The next morning, I woke up with a huge smile on my face. Instinctively, I reached for my phone, wondering if Griffin had texted.
Instead, an email from Marshall caught my attention.
I opened the message with shaky fingers.
Subject: Splitting profits.
Hey, Phoebe. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. The realtor says he has a good feeling about the price and that we’ll be able to sell fast. Since I paid most of the down payment, I figured it’s only fair for me to get most of the profits.
I blinked.Is he shitting me right now?We’d already planned to split the money from the sale in a way that made sure he hadn’t lost any money with the down payment, but now he wanted to… what? Take more of the profits?
I don’t think so. Over my dead body.
Did he know what a financial hit I took because of his cheating ass? I should have billed him for everything I had to buy for this place.
I’d even chipped in for our trip to Maui. Not with a lot, but I didn’t want to feel like I wasn’t contributing at all. And he tookheron that trip.
I wiped my eyes. Damn it. I couldn’t believe I was tearing up.
I texted him immediately.
Phoebe: Let’s talk about this in person.
I didn’t want to go back and forth over email. Marshall needed to know that I wasn’t a pushover.
To my dismay, he answered right away.
Marshall: Okay.
I looked on Google Maps at potential meeting places around the courthouse and found a bar two blocks away. I sent the link over to Marshall before I could chicken out.
Phoebe: Let’s meet there at 6.
Marshall: Great! I’ll be there.
I took in a deep breath, steeling myself. I could do this.
My phone beeped again. I almost didn’t look because I really didn’t want to know what other crazy ideas Marshall had. But the message was from Griffin.
Griffin: Gorgeous, I changed my flight, and I’m coming back this evening.
Huh. Guess whose day just turned much better?
Yep, that’s right. Mine.
I opened the fridge to get milk for my coffee and forgot that I was supposed to be extra tender with the door. I broke the handleagain. But even that wasn’t enough to ruin my mood.
Phoebe: That makes me so happy.
