“Yeah, let’s not do that.” I stroke his arm soothingly. “He’s nothing to me anymore. You’re my everything.”
He pulls me closer. “And you’re mine.”
Mayor Martinez turns around, her eyes showing concern when she looks back and forth between us. “Is everything all right?”
“Fine,” I say, putting on my brightest smile. “We were just discussing someone I used to know.”
She narrows her eyes but she nods. “Excellent. Come on, and I’ll introduce you to some people.”
We mingle, sip excellent champagne, and visit with business owners and some local politicians. There’s even a senator here, a man Remi has played golf with in the past. Everyone is so nice, and I feel my body relax against Remi’s.
“Would you like another drink, sweetheart?” he asks, brushing his lips across my temple. I love how affectionate he is with me. He’s being honored at this event filled with important people, and yet there hasn’t been a single second when his hand hasn’t been somewhere on my body.
I look down into my almost empty glass and reply, “I would love one.”
“Be right back,” he says, allowing his hand to drift from the small of my back, lightly grazing my ass as he pulls away. The cheeky wink he throws me lets me know he did that on purpose.
I’m admiring Remi’s backside as he props a foot on a barstool and sticks one hand in his pants pocket, making his jacket lift a little, when I hear my name.
Fucking hell.
Turning, I force a smile on my lips as I come face to face with my ex.
“Roger,” I say mildly because I really fucking hate this asshole.
His eyes assess me, raking up and down my body, and I do the same to him. I’m mildly amused to see his hairline seems to have receded about an inch since I saw him a few months ago. Also, his tux is ill-fitting, hanging off his shoulders in an unnatural way.
“You look great,” he says.
“Thank you,” I reply, not returning the compliment because seriously… what did I ever see in this man? He’s not unattractive on the surface, but he’s not exactly hot either. Certainly not compared to the man I’m with now. Hell, movie stars pale in comparison to Remington Hale.
“What are you doing here?” Twatface asks. I need to try and remember not to call him that to his face.
“I’m on a date.”
His lips tighten, but then he lifts his chin proudly. “I am too. She’s the first person I’ve dated since…” He makes a little circle in the air with his cocktail glass. “You know.”
“Since you stole all my money and sold my family heirlooms?” I ask sweetly.
A frown flashes across his face, and he averts his gaze from mine. “I thought maybe it would make you want to come back to me.”
I gape at him incredulously, and then my inner smartass rears her head. “That’s certainly worked out well for you, Rog. Good job.” I give him a sarcastic thumbs up. Then I take the last sip of my champagne. “I got my collection back, by the way.”
Twatface’s eyes widen, and he stammers out a response. “B-but how?”
“Because my boyfriend tracked down the buyer and bought them back for me.”
Roger’s eyes narrow as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “Why would he do that?”
“Because he knew they were important to me. That’s what a true partner does, Roger.” A small smile plays at my lips when I realize Remi did that for me before he was even my partner.
My ex looks uncomfortable. “I guess it’s good that you got them back. I was just pissed you decided to leave me. I was your husband.”
I tilt my head, formulating the words I want to say. “When you get married, you begin your own nuclear family, Roger, and they become your priority. Or at least that’s what’s supposed to happen.” One of my shoulders lifts in a half-shrug. “You have to either choose the vaginayou came into or the vagina you came out of.” I lift my glass in a mock salute. “You chose poorly.”
He’s unable to reply because a feminine voice comes from my right. “Mindy, honey? Is that you?”
I turn to see Rose approaching with a pretty blonde woman. Becauseof courseRoger brought his mother on his date.
