He watched her enthusiasm with the bride-to-be as they talked about plans.
A woman like Meredith was most likely planning her own wedding and had been for years.
She was single though.
The ex.
The one she thought damaged her car.
He’d be looking into the asshole as soon as he got more information.
He filled another glass. Might as well relax to get the information out of her.
“Tell me about Fredrick.”
“Huh? How can you go from your comment on excitement to my ex? Trust me, no excitement there.”
He shouldn’t have baited her like he had, but seeing her worked up was actually working him up.
Maybe he liked that side of her that would give it right back to him.
As a child she tried to talk to him and he was positive he scared her. Then she kept her distance. Until he had to keep taking care of her.
Picking her up when she fell off Gale’s bike after hitting a stone and skinning her knees.
Almost breaking her neck falling out of the tree house that one day.
Ugh, he had nightmares about that for years.
“Why would your ex do that and has he done anything else to you?”
She was squirming while she drank. At least he didn’t have to pound on her back to get her to stop coughing again.
The last thing he wanted to do was touch her.
Jesus, she was sniffing him earlier.
And the way her eyes moved over him.
He wasn’t dead even if he’d felt it for years.
Any idiot could read what was in her eyes.
“He’s been a jerk for almost two months since I left all his belongings on the front porch packed with a picture of him kissing his coworker taped to it.”
“Fucker,” he said.
She laughed. “Don’t let your mother hear you say that.”
“She’s heard me say it plenty of times.”
“I said it a few times under my breath when I found out what he’d done.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Why?”
“Because he damaged your car and you should report him.”
