“Unlike you, I always think about our daughter before I do anything,” she whispers, too low for him to hear as he strides away like he owns the place.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. Jackson’s had a rude awakening lately about what it means to be divorced.”
“Are you going to be okay to film?”
The bitter laugh that comes from her hurts my heart. “It takes more than a Jackson tantrum to ruin my night. Let’s go get this filmed.”
Subdued, I follow her back into the house. After everything she’s been through, why would she open herself up to more scrutiny?
Chapter Four
S’Mores
2/3cup of butter, softened
1cup of brown sugar
1/2cup of sugar
2eggs
1teaspoon vanilla
1teaspoon of baking soda
1/2teaspoon salt
1teaspoon cinnamon
2 1/2cups of flour
1package of dark choc-chips
1cup of mini marshmallows
3regular size Hershey's® milk chocolate candy bars, broken
2package graham crackers, broken into squares
Matilda
“What the hell was up with him showing up at your house?” Jordan asks as we watch Clem and her son, Ryder, play in the ball pit at the restaurant. We would usually be at the park, but winter forces us to get a little creative when it comes to letting the kids burn off energy.
“I have no clue.” I exhale. “Jackson probably doesn’t either. He has a habit of acting before he thinks.”
She points a fry at me. “He’s jealous.”
“Of what?” I throw my hands up in the air. “He left me, Jordy.”
“To save face. We both know you were never going to take the man back after catching him red-handed.” She takes a long sip of her drink.
“He made his decision when he decided to cheat.” I wrinkle my nose, thinking of the compromising position I caught him in on our living room floor. I burned the rug.
“No. I think Jackson thought he could have it all. He’d keep a sweet thing on the side to make him feel like the big man on campus and hold on to the love of his life.”
“Are you taking up for him?” I turn to her, stunned.
“Never.” She squeezes my arm. “I’m explaining why he’s still head over heels in love with you.”