“Him??”
Heads turned.
“Daniel. Maggie’s boyfriend.”
Ryan pointed at Daniel, then at me.
“Your boyfriend?”
Heat crawled up my neck.
Lucille looked down into her drink, but I saw the smile she was hiding.
Ryan laughed harder.
“Come on, Maggie! You obviously paid him to come here with you.”
The yard went quiet.
“You obviously paid him to come here with you.”
Not completely.
A child splashed in the pool.
Ice shifted in someone’s cup.
But the adults stopped speaking.
I felt every eye touch my face, my dress, my body, and my hands.
The adults stopped speaking.
My fingers slipped from Daniel’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
I did not know who I was apologizing to.
Daniel’s hand found mine again.
“Don’t be,” he said.
Ryan’s smile sharpened.
“Does the boyfriend package include hand-holding, or is that extra?”
I did not know who I was apologizing to.
Elaine stiffened.
My oldest son stood near the pool with a towel around his shoulders, watching his father.
Daniel looked at Ryan.
“Does the ex-husband package include humiliating the mother of your children in front of them, or do you do that for free?”
Someone gasped.
Ryan swallowed, his throat locking against whatever he was about to say.
“Do you do that for free?”
