"Still acting like a little kid who can't hide his feelings. So grumpy all the time." She giggled. "How are you ever going to get a girlfriend like this?"
I stared, numb, at the same man who recoiled from the slightest touch of my skin.
Now his arms moved on instinct, years of habit taking over. He caught her effortlessly, his forearms flexing to support her full weight beneath her thighs.
His face darkened further. He let out a cold scoff but didn't let go.
"We broke up, Fiona. What I do is none of your business anymore."
"You're the one who likes older, mature men. Don't expect me to turn into one of them."
The light caught her face.
And I realized I'd seen it before.
One year ago. The night I caught her tangled in the sheets with my then-husband, Alvin James.
Every drop of warmth drained from my body. The room tilted, my vision swimming, and I nearly collapsed right there on the floor.
Only then did Reginald notice me. A flash of panic crossed his eyes before he forced his expression into something casual.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have the cart to run today?"
Before I could speak, Fiona slid off his lap.