“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I rinse the cloth and hang it to dry. “I think we’re all done here.”
“The kids are going mini-golfing tomorrow after school,” she tells me. “They were hoping you’d come along.”
“Are you going too?”
She shakes her head. “No, I need to go into the office. The business is great but the better it does, the more work there is.”
“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?”
She shrugs as she tucks the pot in the cupboard. “I guess.”
“So who’s all going?”
“Blake,” she says with a smile.
I laugh. “You’re complaining about us, yet here you are, throwing us back together again.”
She smiles playfully. “It’s not me, it’s Maddie. I think she’s trying to play matchmaker. She’s just a kid. She doesn’t know about your history.”
I draw in a breath. “I do love mini-golf.”
“I bet you could beat his ass,” she says. “I don’t think Blake has ever played golf in his life.”
I have. Many times. With Peter.
I do love the idea of destroying Blake. He’s always so full of himself, so confident.
I can’t help but smile. “It could be fun.”
