My gloating eyes travel to Hess, and he laughs in defeat.
“Now, I know why you said it was a present for both of them.” Clyde laughs as he nudges his son.
“Thank you,” Landon chimes in. “We’ll treasure it always.”
My phone dings beside me.
Hess
So I guess you’re not cheating on me after all.
Camila
Not this week.
We both smile at each other as we take another bite of food.
I’ve decided it’s kind of fun texting back and forth with my husband.
Hess
“What didyou think of the engagement party?” Shanna calls from the kitchen.
“I thought it was good.” I drop down onto my leather couch and turn the TV on to SportsCenter.
“The food was yummy, but all that Mexican food makes me crave chocolate.” She pops her head out. “Don’t you have any ice cream?”
“I think I ate it all.” IknowI ate it all before I left town for work, but it sounds better if I seem unsure.
“Yes, it’s all gone.”
“Put some in the grocery order. I’ll get it delivered tomorrow. My phone’s charging in the kitchen.”
“Okay, I’m also adding some strawberries.”
“Get whatever you want.” The conversation goes silent while I flip through the channels. There’s nothing good on television this late. Maybe I’ll get lucky with a movie on TBS that I’ve already seen five hundred times.
“What is this?” Shanna comes out of the kitchen, holding my phone up.
“What’s what?”
“‘I turn my back for one minute, and you cheat on me with a soon-to-be fiancée? How could you? Five and a half years of blissful marriage down the drain. I don’t know what happened.’”
It takes me a second to realize she’s reading through the texts between me and Camila. But once I do, I sit up, heart pounding in my chest. “It’s not what you think.”
“‘Like you aren’t cheating on me too. I saw the little black nightie in your luggage when we were looking for the glucagon. I know you’re not wearing that kind of lingerie for me.’”
Oh, crap.
This soundssobad.
“‘Well, in light of your cheating. I want a divorce.’” Shanna finally stops reading and looks up. “What is this, Hess?”
I hold my hands up in front of me as if I’m worried she’s about to throw my phone at my face. “I can explain.”
“Whose number is this?”
“It’s…uh…” Dang, I’ve never been good at lying.
