Page 64 of Fake it For Good
But I wasn’t a violent person. I didn’t get into fights. Not anymore. I had grown out of that some time ago. But if she kept coming at me, things were going to get ugly in a hurry. I stepped to the side with the glasses of beer in my hands. She stepped in front of me.
“I would suggest you move,” I warned. “You don’t know me. I’m not the kind of girl who gets pushed around.”
“You are a little bigger, aren’t you?” she said with a laugh.
I saw red. I was going to wring her scrawny little neck. The little bitch deserved to get her ass kicked. I didn’t care if a hundred people looked at me and threw me out. I was certain there were at least a few people who would thank me.
“There you are,” Cane said.
I didn’t look at him. My eyes were locked on the woman in front of me. I was ready to take her down at least three pegs.
“Yourfiancéis here,” the woman sneered.
“Leave, now,” Cane growled.
I thought he was talking to me. I looked at him, ready to let him know just what I thought about his suggestion when I saw him looking at the other woman.
“Hi, Cane,” she said. “You look very handsome tonight. You always did look good in Armani. I think I’m the one that turned you onto that, didn’t I?”
I was so confused.
“Let’s go,” Cane said to me.
I looked at him. He took one of the beers from my hand and put his other hand on my back.
“Run away, Cane,” the woman said.
“Go to hell, Kelly.”
He practically pushed me away. “Kelly?” I repeated. “As in your ex-wife, Kelly?”
“That’s the one,” he said with a sigh. “What was going on back there?”
“She was letting me know she was the boss and I was traipsing all over her territory.”
“Ignore her,” he said.
“Little hard to do when she’s accosting me,” I muttered. “She’s obnoxious. No offense.”
“I’m not offended,” he said. “What was she saying to you?”
“She said I was offending people.”
“How?”
We ended up back at our table. The beer was warm and no longer what I wanted. She had soured my night. “She said I was offending people by pushing the nonprofit. Told me this was a night to relax and stuff like that. She tried to make me feel like I was an inch tall.”
“She has a way of doing that,” he said.
“That’s crazy,” I murmured.
“What part?”
“You with her,” I said. “I don’t understand that.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he said with confusion.
“That woman, well, she was not nice,” I said. “I hope you know I’m really underselling it. When I say she isn’t nice, I mean she’s rude and cruel. I don’t understand how the two of you were ever together. Were you like that? Is that the man you really are? I’m wondering if the man I know is the real one or if the man I’ve gotten to know is just a persona you’ve adopted.”
