“Hi.” I fake a smile.
Oh no, I know that look.
“You look fucking hot.” He steps forward and makes a grab for me, and I take a step back. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing my girl.”
“I’m not your girl, we should get going.”
He leans in to kiss me, and I quickly turn my head,I’m not kissing you.
“Now, now, look who’s playing hard to get,” he teases.
I stare at him, shocked. Is he kidding me right now? It isn’t an act, asshole. Why the fuck am I going to this wedding? I’m beginning to regret it already.
“Hardly,” I fake a smile. “We should go.” I grab my purse and shawl; I walk to the front door as his hungry eyes look me up and down.
Ugh…
How times change; for years I’ve wanted him to look at me like this and now that he is, I don’t want a bar of it.
I just want to see Dylan.
Focus.
Tell Rodney that it’s over, give him an out option of tonight and then call Dylan.
Right, I can do this.
We walk out the front door and look out to his car and stop on the spot.
What?
Rodney’s mother is sitting in the front seat of the car, she waves, and I fake a smile.
What. The. Actual. Hell?
“Your mother is coming with us?”
“Isn’t she your best friend?” he mutters deadpan.
Not tonight, asshole.
I get into the backseat and shuffle over. “Hi Mary.”
“Hello, Zoe, you look lovely.”
“Thanks. So do you.”
Rodney starts the car and pulls out onto the street.
Is this a joke?
I want to talk to him, but I can’t do it in front of his fucking mother.
Unbelievable.
What if I really was planning on this being a romantic get back together night?
