“No. We’ll probably be several hours. I’ll call you when I need a pickup.” I step out of the car before he can come open the door for me. It’s way too stuffy in a neighborhood like this.
Winnie’s car pulls up behind mine, and a huge goon steps out. Winnie’s security always looks more like a brawler than a smoothly suited security guard. She steps out in a sleek business suit. It’s easy to believe she’s the CEO of a billion-dollar company.
What’s hard to believe is that she has one of the softest hearts of all of us.
“Greer.” Winnie walks up to give me a hug. “How are you doing?”
“Odd. Everything feels different.”
“You’ll get used to it. Being free of him is a good thing.”
When the judge finalized my divorce decree yesterday, Winnie stood by my side, like a sentinel ready to go to war. Really, she was just ready to kill Darrel.
The only good thing about that day was that I got every concession I asked for, including him giving up all parental rights to any children we might have. Which is what Darrel suggested initially and my lawyer just changed the terminology a bit to encompass the little boy in my belly.
Cordelia opens the door, and we step inside.
“Who happened to you?” Winnie gapes at Dylan.
“Winnie!” It’s not polite to ask, even though Dylan has whisker burn across her face and a mottled bruise on her jaw. The Spinsters’ Club group chat was filled with pictures of Dylan and tales of the most epic pre-bachelorette party ever to happen.
It makes mine look boring…like my entire marriage.
“It’s not like she’s even trying to hide it, Greer. Dylan made out with someone, and we need the details.”
Like a person who barely knows us needs to tell us the details of her love life…though that won’t stop Winnie. Dylan should just confess it all. She’s not going anywhere until Winnie is satisfied with the answer.
The doorbell chimes, and I reach for it since I’m the closest to the door.
Mindy steps in with a giant smile on her face and her lipstick smudged.
Everyone around me seems to be kissing someone…love is in the air, as they say, but not for me. I’m back to swearing off men.
“Ottilie is outside. She’ll be in soon.” Mindy takes off her coat. “Today’s meeting couldn’t have been more convenient. Maddox and Jacko had to drive out here for a funeral.”
A funeral? Who died? I don’t want to know. There’s enough bad news in my life right now.
“What happened to your face?” Mindy stops talking to stare at Dylan.
For spinsters, they’re all pretty nosy about love.
“Who,” Winnie corrects.
“Oh, really. Well, I’m glad Maddox shaves. I wouldn’t want the entire world to know when we were kissing.”
Don’t say anything. It wouldn’t be polite. But I can’t stop the small smirk from playing on my lips.
“So, who were you kissing?”
Dylan needs to give up already.
“A biker,” Cordelia leans forward to whisper.
The door opens, and Ottilie storms in. “It’s time. We need to start the meeting.” She doesn’t wait for anyone else, but marches straight towards the table Cordelia set in her front parlor.
And that decides that.
Dylan slips away without a word of clarification, and we all follow Ottilie into the room.
