I didn’t want to do that—especially if she was tight on money like she’d told Rick. Going to court was going to double her bill. Not to mention I was going to have to charge her for a storage unit if she didn’t schedule the installation soon.
Hopefully, she had someone in her corner who would help her realize it was in her best interest to just have the cabinets installed.
While I waited at one of the few stoplights in town, I noticed a sign announcing the opening of a new clothing store and decided to stop. Maybe if I showed up withasweatshirt, that would placate my ex-wife.
I doubted it, but I might as well try. Get back into one woman’s good graces at least.
~~
I approached where Britt was sitting next to her mom and tossed her a yellow bag containing the new sweatshirt.
“What’s this?” she asked with furrowed brows as she peeked inside.
“Your mom said you left your sweatshirt at my house, and I figured you might be cold today.”
She pulled out the pink hoodie with some logo I wasn’t familiar with, and I held my breath. I didn’t know if this brand was fashionable, or if I’d be taking it back on my drive to work tomorrow.
“Dad!” she shrieked before quickly pulling it over her head. “I love it! Thank you!”
Becky, on the other hand, glared at me.
Nope. Not placated.
Apparently, I was supposed to go home and get the one she’d specifically asked for.
“If you had time to stop at the store, why didn’t you have time to go home?”
“Because the store was on my way. My house would have been another thirty minutes round trip.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Thirtyminutes, Gabriel? Exaggerate much?”
There she went with my government name again. She’d never once called me Gabriel during our ten years of marriage.
I didn’t have the energy to argue with her, so I just gave her afuck yousmile, kissed Britt on her forehead, and walked to the opposite end of the field to find a space next to the parents of some of Brayden’s friends.
Brayden’s best friend’s mom stood and greeted me with a hug. “Hey, Gabe! How have you been?”
“Hi, Missy. You look as beautiful as ever.” I shook her husband’s hand. “Good to see you, Bryan.”
“You too, Gabe. Pull up a chair.”
I unfolded my camping chair just as Missy said, “So, Brayden told Will you’re still not dating anyone...”
I only faltered a little as I set the chair up.Here we go…
“Whoever you know who would be perfect for me, I’m not interested.”
“I told you to leave it alone, Miss,” Bryan grumbled.
“But she really would be perfect!”
“Oh yeah?” I said with a mischievous smile as I plopped into my chair. “Why’s that.”
I was dying to hear what Missy thought made a woman perfect for me.
“Well, she’s newly divorced.”
