He did not reply.
Claire had followed him down the corridor.
Max glanced at him.
“She’s distorting the facts.”
Claire looked at me, then looked at him.
“You told me she had stopped
trying.”
“She did it.”
Claire’s expression changed.
“That’s not what I just heard.”
For the first time since Max had packed his bags, I wasn’t waiting for him to explain what his opinion meant about me.
Back inside, Edward began to put the old trousers back in the box.
“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.
“Take them to the donation center.”
“GOOD.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m still angry with you.”
“Fair.”
“You owe me something.”
“That’s also true.”
“Start by removing those pants from my ex-husband’s wedding.”Book Venues
He picked up the box.
“The best fake date you’ve ever had.”
“The only fake date I’ve ever had.”
