Page 32 of Kiss Marry Kill
“I have to admit, I’m surprised there’s an actual list. I thought you had things in your head you wanted to get done,” Megan said, reading through a list written on a napkin in black chicken scratch. He’d pulled it out of his pocket in the middle of the café, where they’d been sitting for the last hour, and handed it to her. “Other than haircut, I have no idea what these things mean.”
He ran his hands through his hair and looked at her with a smirk. “Can we do something fun between items? Or are you hell bent on doing all the boring things first and then getting to the fun?”
She snorted and then covered her mouth, humiliated but he ignored her and laughed. “I am not hell bent on anything. We can definitely have fun while we work.” Unable to ignore the elephant in the room any longer, she said, “But I have to make a call first.”
“I thought you were avoiding your family at least for today. Do you have to call them?”
“I am. But I’ve been with Richard for two years. Kissing you in front of him . . . it was wrong. I need to make a quick call, or else I’ll feel guilty the entire day.” She slid out of the booth. “Be right back.”
Megan pulled the phone out of her pocket and turned it on while she walked out of the cafe. She had a dozen new voice mails and texts but she ignored them all and dialed Richard.
“Where the hell are you?” Richard yelled after the first ring.
“Richard, we need to talk.”
“You kissed another man!”
“Rich—”
“In front of an entire stadium! You humiliated me.”
She didn’t want to yell back in front of the café, where she paced back and forth, so she kept her voice as low as she could. But with every word she uttered, her voice got louder and louder. “I humiliated you? You ignored me the entire time we were there. You refused to kiss me on the kiss cam. You ignore me all the time, now that I come to think about it.”
“Grow up, Megan. It’s a stupid baseball game. Who gives a shit about the kiss cam?”
“I do! I care. And you seemed to care when another guy kissed me!” It was a low blow, but she was upset. “And don’t tell me to grow up. What I need is not to be so grown up. What I need is some fun.”
“No. What you need is to stop thinking you’re a teenager and start thinking about law school next week. I’m busy with the case I’m working on and with the firm, and you—”
She stomped her foot on the sidewalk and looked up to the sky.
Argh!
She wanted to yell out in frustration. “Stop it. I can’t remember a time in the last two years we did something that was just fun.”
“What the hell are you talking about? We just went to Phillip’s party.”
“That was his wedding and we went with my parents,” she replied, incredulously.
“He works with them. What, you don’t want to spend time with your parents now? What the hell has gotten into you?”
“A better question is, why do you want to spend so much time with my parents? You know what . . . don’t even answer that. I know why. You want to make partner. I get it. They’re the key to that. But I don’t want to be your ticket. I want someone who wants me just for me.”
“Seriously, Megan, I don’t have time for this now. And neither do you. I have depositions Monday morning that I need to prepare for. I’m almost home, I looked for you everywhere. I’ll explain things to your parents. Come over to my house, and when I finish the brief I have to work on, we’ll have dinner or something.”
“No.”
“Stop being petulant, Megan. Where are you?”
“You are un-fuckin-believable!” A man who’d been walking by gave her a nasty glance, which she ignored.
“You’re cursing now? Nice, Megan. Very nice.”
She groaned into the phone, throwing her free hand up into the air. “It’s not working, Richard. Hasn’t been working for a while. I’m sorry to have to do this over the phone.”
“Calm down and come home, Megan. We’ll have dinner. I’ll forget about what you did.”
“What I did? You know what, I grew up with lawyers. I know all about twisting words around to get me to think I’m wrong about something, when the truth is you’re in the wrong here, not me. But it doesn’t matter, Richard. I don’t want to be with you anymore. Nothing you say will change my mind. In fact, the more you talk, the more I realize how over we really are.”
