Page 147 of Fierce Storm
“She’s getting organized.”
“I’morganized. Addie’s making sure no one has a chance to find an excuse not to attend.”
“Easton already said no.”
“At least his excuse is legitimate. I’m not sure ‘I’ve got a meeting’ is going to cut it for me. I wish I could play professional football.”
“You haven’t checked the date, have you?”
“It’s Thanksgiving, right?” I haven’t even opened my invitation; I was pissed that she didn’t mention it to me the many times we talked, instead of making Mom do her dirty work.
“She’s hosting the party on the Monday before. Easton has no excuse.”
“What?” I bark out a laugh, picturing Easton’s face when he found out. “God, she’s sneaky. I love her.”
“Lucky you do because Easton’s not a fan right now.”
“I’ll bet. But lucky forher, he’s more pissed off at me.”
“Yeah. About that…” She trails off and I frown, preparing to defend myself again.
“I can’t?—”
“He’s here,” Paige cuts me off.
“He’s what?” I spin around in time to catch the moment Easton spots me across the room, and a little part of me takes pleasure in his discomfort. I know I made a scene at his wedding, but he was a jerk. He should feel like shit.
“He didn’t know I’d be here, did he?”
“God, no. He never would have come.”
“What does he think he’s here for?”
“Date night.”
I choke, as something between a snort and a laugh gets caught in my throat. “You two have date nights?”
“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
“Absolutely. I just can’t picture it.” I smile as Paige huffs under her breath. I guess that explains why she said she’d meet me here instead of her apartment.
Paige glances over my shoulder before she sighs. “God, he’s hopeless. Wait here.” She jumps up and walks in Easton’s direction, leaving me alone, wonderingwhere am I going to go?
It’s a good five minutes before Easton slumps in the chair next to me, and I bite back a smile at his childish behavior.
“So I fucked your boss. Please tell me how that affects you?” I launch straight into it, and Easton’s on his feet so fast that I almost feel bad.
“Sit down,” Paige scolds him, pointing to the seat before she adds, “Please.”
“I don’t have to listen to this. She?—”
“Stop. The two of you are sorting your shit out now. Like adults.” Her glare shifts my way, and I visibly cringe as I mouth an apology.
“Paige,” Easton pleads with her and she grabs his hand, visibly calming him when she smiles. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling like a voyeur in their moment.
“Please.”
Easton nods before Paige turns my way.
