“No, my wife.”
Ivy widened her eyes comically. “You’re married to her?”
“Not anymore. We’re divorced.” I sent a sunglasses and sunshine emoji to Alli before meeting Ivy’s puzzled gaze. “You’re staring at me.”
“Sorry. I just…” Ivy stammered. “She’s really pretty. What’s her name?”
“Allison.”
“Are you going to date her again?”
I huffed a laugh. “No. She’s dating someone else.”
“Oh, yeah. TheTrilogy Alpha Teamguy.”
“Yep. I think you knew that.”
Another fact about kids: They were excellent at weaseling info out of you.
“Are you sad about it?” she asked quietly.
I set my cell face-down on the island. “No. We’re friends, and it’s better that way.”
“Hmm.”
I chuckled. “I can tell you have questions. Snoop if you want. I don’t mind.”
“Okay.” Ivy chewed on her lip. “Do you wish you had kids?”
“Yeah, but I still have time. I’m only thirty-six.”
“You’re thirty-seven.”
I rolled my eyes. “Right. Thanks for the reminder. Anything else?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong? You look bummed.”
“I dunno. I just…think it’s sad that people don’t stay together,” she said in a small voice.
“Maybe it is, but don’t be sad for us. We’re happier apart. Don’t I seem happy?” I pulled a goofy face to make her laugh.
She grinned. “You do. I think…you and my dad both seem happy.”
Oh. First Dex and now Ivy.
Fuck. And double fuck.
“Well…uh, yeah, but we’re friends and?—”
“Hold that thought.” She hopped off the stool and rummaged through her bag, returning with a small case, a portable mirror,and her iPad. “Remember when you said you’d help me put on makeup?”
“Um…”
“Can you do it like hers?” Ivy pointed at my phone meaningfully.
I opened and shut my mouth twice. “Alli? I-I don’t think she’s wearing any.”
