There’d been one night after Nina had re-upped when Jeremy had invited him up to the house, broke out the twenty-four-year-old single malt scotch and had very thoughtfully gotten drunk with Levi, and Levi had been able to be a normal person, to act not like a cop or a soldier or a big brother or the man of the house, but like a poor slob whose wife had left him.
Levi caught Faith’s hand and tugged her into the seat next to him. “Stay,” he ordered.
“I’m not your dog,” she said.
“Please stay.”
There. She squeezed his hand. “Whatever you want, neighbor.”
He narrowed his eyes. Now was not the time for sass. She blushed, and for some reason, it made his chest ache.
“Watch it, Chief,” she said. “I think I see a smile.”
Before he realized what he was doing, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her soft, pink lips.
Which did make Nina stop talking.
“Oh!” she said. “You two are...together. I didn’t...wow.” She sat down, as did Jeremy, as if they were on a double date. “So, let me get this straight. Levi, you’re dating Faith, who was once engaged to your gay best friend.”
“Yes.”
She nodded appreciatively. “Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird?”
“Seems kind of perfect to me,” Jeremy said.
Nina grinned, her perfect smile not quite masking her sharklike intentions. “Well, this is awkward, Faith, because I’m here to try to get my husband back.”
Faith nodded sympathetically. “Wow, that is awkward. But you mean ex-husband, right?”
Score one for Faith. She smiled sweetly, then looked at him, then back at Nina. “That being said, we’ll let you guys talk. Jeremy and I were about to grab dinner.”
“Oh, my gosh, you two are still BFFs? That’s so cute!” Yep. A great white.
Faith smiled calmly. “Yes, we’re adorable. Very nice to have met you.”
“Same,” Nina answered.
Faith slid out of the booth and looked at him. “See you around.”
“Okay,” he answered, wishing she’d stay.
With that, the cavalry left, Jeremy giving his shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as he left.
“So where were we?” Nina asked.
“We were nowhere,” he answered. “You were telling me we should get back together, and I’m about to tell you that won’t happen.”
“Well, you know what, hotshot?” Nina said, nibbling a nacho with ridiculous sex appeal and a studied casualness. “Your little birdie is right. We have a lot to talk about. Give me a couple hours of your precious time. I’m here for the weekend, at least. Staying at the Black Swan.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him from around the chip.
The Black Swan was where they’d spent their wedding night.
“Fine,” he said. “Get it over with.”
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