“That wasn’t for you.”
“I’d like to think it was,” I retort lightly. “The reason you’re here isbecause of me.”
Meirna drops her attention from me to her salad. “You must’ve been enjoying how conniving you’ve been. How you’ve gotten away with everything. How many times did you laugh about it?”
“Not once. Because it wasn’t funny, it was hard. It was hard leaving you behind and going back home.”
“Home?” she repeats. “Home where?”
“Boston. Like I said, I haven’t been in New York society since I was sixteen.”
She’s silent for a moment, but then blurts out, “I still think you’re a piece of shit.”
Geezus Christ.
She’s still the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help but want to keep being verbally abused by this woman.
It’s wild.
Alan was a piece of shit. I could never win and get into his good graces, so I stopped trying at a young age. Catherine always babied Bobby, even though we were minutes apart, not years.
I came from a toxic family.
And, I wouldn’t call Meirna toxic, but she’s not being very nice to me.
However, I can’t say I’d be exactly thrilled with someone lying to me for two years either.
“A piece of shit, maybe,” I give her. “But one that is telling you everything with the odds of you never forgiving me.”
She scoffs then and places her plate to the side, stealing a glance at the large Christmas tree near the ceiling-to-floor windows. “Well, no need to keep you in suspense then, because I’mnevergoing to forgive you.”
Oh, there are ways, Meirna.
So many fucking ways to get you to forget Bobby for good.
“You will. I’m good at what I do.”
Meirna gives me a look that says she thinks I forgot my crack pipe in the bedroom. “Can’t think of one.”
“You never questioned yourself about the different ways youwere fucked, Daydream? Newsflash, the ones that put you right to sleep after several rounds were me.”
Her gold eyes slit, aggravated and pissed. “Youreallywant me to talk to you about my sex life with your brother?”
“No. But I’m curious.”
“His office,” she says almost proudly. “Feet away from his receptionist.”
I bob my head. “Something you and Jolene share in common, then.”
It was a low blow. Even Meirna’s face shows how awful that shit was to say as she gapes at me like the asshole I am.
“Safe to say,” I continue like a dick. “Bobby and I don’t fuck the same.”
“No,” she agrees. “You don’t. He’s better.”
My self-control snaps in half off the last two syllables of her last word.
I’ve been nice.
