Page 62 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
This woman was an absolute wench. “He doesn’t need anything,” I said.
She laughed. “Do you think that just because you’re eating dinner with Nick and his friends that he’ll actually be interested in you? It’s a well-known fact around here that Nick doesn’t go for redheads. I hope you haven’t gotten your hopes up.”
“I think you’re mistaken. He doesn’t think redheads are repulsive. After all, he married me.”
The smug grin fell off her face as her eyes darted between Nick and me. “You’re married?”
“Yes. Go away, Andrea,” Nick repeated.
This woman was not only a wench, she was also a bitch because she didn’t do as Nick asked. Instead, she opened her mouth and out spewed pure venom.
“That’s okay. I think Silas is more my type anyway,” she said. Bending down and shoving her fake cleavage in Silas’s face, she whispered, “You can do better than Maisy Holt. Don’t forget, she killed the last man she fucked.”
Maisy’s head flew up in utter disbelief as the men shot out of the booth with clenched fists, forcing Andrea back a few steps.
“You need to leave. Immediately,” I said, my voice firm and loud. I slid out of the booth and stepped between Nick and Silas, getting directly into Andrea’s space.
I’d dealt with my fair share of skanks before; I was a former New York socialite after all. So if this slut wanted to be a bitch, she’d met her match.
“You reek of desperation. Find someone that appreciates your brand of fake and leave us alone. What did you actually think would happen tonight? You’d come over here, jiggle those implants and one of these two men would fawn all over you?” Reaching back for my purse in the booth, I yanked out my wallet and pulled out the first bill my fingers touched. “Here,” I said, shoving a one-hundred-dollar bill in her face. “Buy yourself a clue.”
Andrea stared down at the money in my hand with wide eyes. Her shock soon turned to anger and she gave me an evil sneer. But I stood my ground. Her snarl was like a warm caress compared to those my father doled out. She could give me that look all day long and I’d never budge.
A slow clap started in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Maisy had a huge smile on her face and had started the clap.
Before my head could swivel back around, the entire café burst into applause and laughter. People were standing up from their chairs, roaring hysterically at Andrea’s now bright red face. She didn’t stick around long before turning on her designer imposter heels and stomping out the door.
The second she was gone, Nick spun me around and slammed his mouth down on mine.
The noise in the restaurant vanished as my whole world became about Nick. His lips were hard and rough against mine. His hands cradled my face, pulling me toward him. As quickly as it started, it was over.
“That was fucking awesome, Wife.”
I pulled in a deep breath and smiled. “It absolutely was.”
I’m sure he was talking about Andrea. I was referring to the kiss.
We left the café not long after eating our meals as Maisy needed to pick up Coby from her parents’ house. After buying dinner and saying our good-byes, Nick decided to stop at the grocery store for breakfast supplies.
So now we were strolling the aisles of Jamison Foods at eight o’clock on a Saturday night, picking up eggs and a plethora of vegetables for his “fucking awesome” quiche.
“Is it necessary for you to replace all of the items I put into the cart with the exact same thing? It seems quite inefficient,” I said as Nick lifted out the onion I had just grabbed and chose another. So far he hadn’t liked my tomato, avocado or pepper selections.
“Yeah. When you get the wrong thing,” he said.
“That onion looks exactly like the one I just had.”
“The one you picked was a yellow onion. I want a sweet onion. They look the same but taste different.”
“How about I push the cart?” I suggested. “Then you can pick out whatever you want.”
“Works for me,” he said.
I took his place in front of the cart and started to push but stopped when he pressed against my back. His hands rested on the handlebar outside of mine as he trapped me between the cart and his hard chest.
“Really?” I asked.
He smirked. “Let’s go.”
