What’s with the over the top fashion?
The baby pink tutu skirt that hits her mid-calf, combined with the peekaboo sherbet-colored mesh top that offers a flash of her pink bra, accompanied by platform baby pink high heel shoes and designer bag in the same shade is not only impractical, it looks ridiculous. She’s blonder than ever, which makes her look like a plastic doll.
I’m convinced this woman would die if all eyes weren’t on her when she walks into a room.
“What do you want, Devlyn?”
She narrows her gray eyes. “Your manners, or lack thereof, haven’t improved over time since our divorce.”
The onset of a headache pounds at my temple.
I’m not equipped to deal with this woman today.“You need to seek help for your obsession with hearing your own voice. Thanks to the divorce, I don’t have to.”
“Why is it that your default setting is always set on asshole mode?”
Her grating voice intensifies the throbbing at the base of my skull.
“Because you bring out the best in me. And on that cheerful note…” I slide my phone inside the pocket of my suit jacket. “I’d like to say it was a pleasure seeing you again, but I’d be lying through my teeth. If you’ll excuse?—”
She places a hand on my arm.
I stare down at it, my nostrils flaring.
I meet her gaze and narrow my eyes at her. “Don’t touch me.”
She removes her hand like my body is in flames.
Good.
“There’s something we need to discuss,” she says.
I adjust my cufflinks. “There’s nothing for us to discuss.”
“You have some nerve making a fool out of my son in public. Because of that woman you were dead set on playing knight in shining armor for, Chett got berated by his coach and the management team, even though the incident happened during the off-season.”
“You should know that by now, Devlyn, hockey is a team sport. Your son’s attitude reflects poorly on the entire team.”
“The statement that man made was detrimental. Who the fuck does he think he is calling my son a predator?”
“That man witnessed your son forcing himself on a woman half his size. He had every right. Especially considering he tried to step in. But your son being the charming asshole he is, told the guy off.”
She flinches.
“I’m guessing that’s not the version Chett fed you.”
She responds with her best resting bitch face.
“Let me guess. Your son was the victim. As always.”
“Seriously, Kaz? How can you go to bat for a woman like that?”
“What do you know about her? In the Hamptons, you kept glaring at her. You didn’t talk to her once.”
“I thought you had higher standards than that.”
“Since I married you, clearly, I don’t.”
“I may not be perfect?—”
