He turned his back on her, returned to us and sat back down in his chair beside me.
I instantly curved a hand on his thigh and put in the effort not to sink my nails in to add to my claim.
Ariana glared at us for a long time before she noticed everyone in the restaurant was watching her standing there, glaring at a man who walked away from her in order to sit with another woman he was obviously very with, and as such, she was making a fool of herself.
She then stomped out, and the people she came in with, clearly her parents, sent sorrowful looks toward Gabe (oh yeah, they knew what she threw away) before they followed her.
When the coast was clear, and I was in no danger of breaking a nail, I asked Gabe, “What did you say to her?”
“I said we were over. I said she made us that way. I said years have passed, she is not a part of my life and hasn’t been for a long time. So her making a scene when I’ve moved on in a way I’m never gonna turn back would be a waste of energy. And I thanked her for showing me what I didn’t want so I could find what I did.”
Wow.
It didn’t seem their interaction lasted that long.
Also, sick burn.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back and added a kiss through it.
It was pretty awesome.
When he pulled away, Maisie, Luke and Ava’s youngest, proclaimed, “This isn’t fair. Wyatt can’t be my boyfriend, because he’s married to Kacie. And now Gabe can’t be my boyfriend, because he’s with Willow.”
“You’re too young to have a boyfriend,” Luke stated.
“I am not,” Maisie retorted.
“And you’ll be too young until you’re fifty and hopefully I’m dead,” Luke went on.
“Luke!” Ava snapped.
“Daddy!” Maisie snapped. “I’m not waiting until I’m fifty to have a boyfriend!”
“We’ll see,” Luke muttered.
Maisie screwed up her face toward her father.
Ava rolled her eyes toward me.
Luke ignored them both and took a pull of his beer.
“Nana, Daddy’s being mean to me,” Maisie told on her father.
“He’s being protective, sweetheart,” Josie replied. “One day, you’ll understand the difference.”
Maisie harrumphed.
“I’m waiting to meet a man just like Daddy,” Gracie, Luke and Ava’s oldest, and an apple that didn’t fall far from her Grandma Josie’s tree, announced primly.
“Oh my God, don’t do that,” Ava replied.
Luke’s brows went up and his indigo eyes went to his woman.
“There’s only one of you,” Ava explained. “She’ll never find anyone if she’s looking for someone like you.”
“This is not a problem,” Luke retorted.
