“Ellie. I’m so happy you were able to make it.”
She sweeps her bright pink hair off her shoulder. I’ve never met anyone that looks as beautiful as she does with hair like hers.
“We wouldn’t have missed it. I can’t believe Gemma is getting married.”
I nod, sipping on my gingery drink. “Tell me about it. It seems like just yesterday Blake got to town.”
Ellie flags down the bartender, ordering her own drink. “Speaking of coming to town…any plans on visiting us in London soon?”
“God, I wish. I miss it, but it’s too hard to leave the shop.”
Ellie grabs my arm. “I have got to stop by this week. I keep seeing all this fab lingerie you’re posting and it’s gorgeous. Where are you getting it from?”
“I make it.”
“You do? How did I not know this?” she asks, appalled.
“You’ve got your hands full with the foundation and two kids.”
“Don’t forget about that husband of yours.” Sean appears behind her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“He might be the most work of all.”
“You love it.” He nips at her jaw.
It seems love is in the air. Everywhere I go, everyone is all loved up. Maybe it’s the wedding making people extra sappy, but it’s at times like this that I’m reminded of how painfully single I am.
Not that it’snotby choice. I haven’t found a good man worthy of settling down. I made that mistake once. Never again.
Speaking of which…Brad is lingering at the far end of the bar.
Swallowing down the last of my drink, I stand. “I’ll be right back. I need a quick minute with our esteemed mayor.”
Sean’s eyes dart behind me and back. “You going to be alright?”
“It’s him you should be worried about.”
“What’s going on?” Ellie asks as I stalk toward my ex-husband.
“What are you doing here, Brad? This is supposed to be a private affair tonight.”
His eyes rake me over from head to toe. With him sitting, I’m taller than he is. It gives me the courage to have this conversation with him.
Having to discuss business with your ex is never fun.
“I only stopped in to check on one of the town’s better businesses. No harm in that.”
“You couldn’t have gone to one of the other restaurants in town?”
He shakes his head. “None have the Clara.”
“Yes they do.”
“But no one makes it like The Tipsy Cocktail does.”
Why are ex-husbands so terrible?
“Whatever.” I wave him off. “Why do you keep ignoring my calls to set up a meeting?”
