Nope.
I didn’t even like the way he kissed. He went for too much tongue too fast. Now his arms were wrapping around me, and I pushed him away as gently as I could.
“Vivian?”
I shook my head.
All the mean words he’d said earlier hung between us. No matter what he said now, I knew they were true for him. He really did think of me as a cold fish. And if he’d lied to me about something as simple as my chicken salad, then what else had he not told me? What other resentments did he harbor?
“Oh my gosh, Mitch. What could you possibly want from me now?”
“Want from you?”
“Yes. What changed your mind?”
He shifted a bit, the hardwood floor no doubt rough on his knees. I could tell him to stand up, but I didn’t feel like it. If he was in pain, then he needed to mention it rather than just kneel there so he could blame me for the pain later.
“I, well, I guess I saw how hot you were in the New York video and how much fun you were having at that thing in Napa. I could see for the first time in a long time how beautiful you were, I mean, are, and it was ... I just ... Well, Vivian, I want you back.”
Ah, well. Good to know I’d fooled all those people watching my videos into thinking I was having a grand old time.
“And all of those expensive things for free!” he added.
Oh, money.
“And I was thinking about all the money we were wasting on these lawyers.”
Yes, money. Bingo!
“Mitchell, what is my favorite color?”
The expression on his face suggested he thought I’d lost my ever-loving mind. “Blue?”
I shook my head.
“Pink? Purple?”
I sighed. “This isn’t going to work. You might as well get up, since I know the floor has to be murder on your knees.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “What is it going to take to win you back? Do you want me to beg? To grovel? To buy you a new car? A bigger diamond? What?”
“Nothing, Mitch. I’m all cried out, and I deserve to be with someone who at least knows what my favorite color is.”
“I’d swear it was blue!”
“No, Mitchell. That’syourfavorite color.”
He didn’t even bother to look embarrassed, but he did get to his feet, slowly and with a grunt. Then he shot me an embarrassed look. Yeah, neither one of us was a spring chicken. And speaking of—
“Where’s Tabitha?”
“At home in her apartment.”
“Did you break up with her before coming over here?”
Color rushed to his ears and cheeks. “No.”
“Still hedging your bets, I see. You should go now. She’s going to need you. The baby’s going to need you.”
