Page 154 of A Lick and A Promise
When Shanti said this, we all homed in on her again.
“What?” Willow asked.
“He and his wife have been separated for about six months. Not long after we hit him up about the Trev/Kev thing,” she said. “It’s irreconcilable. They’re just waiting it out for the divorce to be final.”
Interesting.
“That means Clarice really screwed the pooch by wasting a perfectly good sashay, not to mention those sexy booties, when Jayden couldn’t even see them,” Gemma stated truth.
“I kind of like this,” Shanti mused. “He’s always been super confident. He knows he’s gorgeous. Women always fall at his feet. Clarice will give him a run for his money.”
We all sat and ruminated on this.
While I was doing it, my phone in my bag buzzed.
I pulled it out and read the text from Knox.
Didn’t go well. With Cap heading to my place. See you soon.
“Well, shit,” I mumbled.
“Knox?” Raye asked.
I nodded. “He says it didn’t go well.”
“Expected, no?” Joey asked.
“Yes. But I still hoped.”
“Sorry, babe,” Jessie said.
I was too.
Not for me.
For Knox.
But at least he did what he felt he had to do.
And we were moving forward.
With no missions, we probably should have broken up, but Gemma mentioned the dill pickle pizza from Starving Artist.
As the cupboards got more and more bare, Knox and I had had crackers lashed with the last of my homemade pimento cheese (mental note since I always had some on hand and Knox loved it: buy the ingredients when we went to the store), so I was peckish and therefore stayed while they ordered that and some loaded baked potato dip.
We gossed. We noshed. I reveled in being back in the bosom of my besties. I texted Knox I was on my way home. I left.
When I made it up to my apartment and let myself in, I found my guy, ass to the couch, legs stretched in front of him, stocking feet on the coffee table, beer in hand, a tub of ranch dip on the table by his feet, a bag of Ruffles sitting next to it, some game on TV.
The beer, Ruffles and dip meant Knox and Cap did a run to a store, which was disappointing since I was looking forward to doing that with him.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey,” he grunted.
Oh dear.
I went to one of my chairs and sat on the arm. “Wanna talk about it?”
