“I’ll miss you too, Pixie-lou.” He pulled her door shut behind him, then came to a stop before her ex-husband.
Lance didn’t say anything.
The older man pointed a finger at his chest. “Leave her alone.”
He didn’t know the details—who’d left whom, why, or when—but he’d picked up enough that he was reasonably certain Kaci didn’t want the guy.
Not when she’d kissed Lance the way she did.
“You hear me?” her ex said.
“You want her back?”
“Point is, she doesn’t want you.”
That was ayes.
“Word of advice, man?” Lance said. “You want her back, don’t go threatening the competition. Lady likes to do that herself.”
He clapped the older guy on the back, then headed out of the building.
He wasn’t worried she would choose her ex over him.
He was worried about what it meant that he wanted to be one of her choices.
Short-term, this was fun.
But if she went wiggling into parts of his psyche where she didn’t belong, this distraction would turn into a catastrophe.
Kaci lockedher door and pressed her ear to it, listening to Lance and Ron’s short conversation. Her heart bounced like a rubber ball against a paddle.
She shouldn’t want either one of them. Ron was a mess she would never touch again, and Lance was too heavy on the sexy to be good for her long-term.
But he knew her pretty dang well, didn’t he?
The voices stopped, and an authoritativeknock rang in her ear.
She yanked the door open. “What?”
“Can I come in?” Ron said.
“No.”
His chest puffed up, then deflated with his nose-sigh. “I have a therapy appointment tonight. I was hoping you’d go with me.”
“You can keep hoping, but that won’t turn a butterfly into a fish.” She slid a glance down the hallway.
No Lance.
Not that she should care one way or another. The man had seen her at her worst. She didn’t need a man like that in her life.
Ron looked down the hallway too. “He’s not good for you, Kaci.”
“Not your call.”
“You’re still ignoring my emails.”
“Don’t have anything to talk to you about.”
