“I do worry about the two of you traveling and spending so much time together. Things happen,” I point blank told her. She laughed. The bitch laughed. I mean really laughed. She thought I was being silly. I could tell.
She stood and took her purse from the hook on the closet door. I wondered what she was doing when she pulled out a picture of the cutest little blonde haired boy ever.
“This is my son, Vincent,” she said. I smiled at the little guy. He was adorable and had her blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She was married. I hoped she was happily married, but still, even married people slipped.
“This is my companion,” she said handing me another picture of her, the little boy and another beautiful dark haired female.
Oh my God. She’s gay.
I looked up to her smiling down at me.
“I promise, nothing would ever happen between your husband and me. He’s not really my type,” she teased.
I smiled. That made me feel so much better.
“Does Drew know?”
“Yes, he knows. I told him on the very first interview.”
That bastard.
After talking to Celeste for almost an hour, I decided that I liked her. She even made me feel important when she answered the phone and told three different people that she was busy and would get back with them.
She didn’t ask too many questions, but I was sure that she was aware of our situation. She had to know. She knew that I was never around. I wondered how much Drew had disclosed. Did they talk? Did he confide in her?
Marta knocked on the door letting me know that Gary was there for me.
“Here, give me your phone,” Celeste, requested, standing.
I handed her my phone, and she programmed her number.” If you ever need anything, you give me a call. I am here if you need to talk.”
I smiled and thanked her. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was a little shocked. I couldn’t believe that Celeste was gay. It was a load off of my mind, none the less. I hoped that she didn’t say anything to Drew about our talk. I was going to keep letting him think that I thought he was doing her.
Chapter 27
I wasn’t too excited about surprising Dawson anymore. It was almost eight before I was finally dropped off at my door. I was exhausted, my feet were killing me, and I was freezing. I wanted a hot bath and my bed. I would show up at the station the next day and surprise him. The only surprise that I cared about was how good my bed was going to feel.
I had just stepped out of the shower when my best, annoying friend came popping into the bathroom, calling my name.
I wrapped myself in a towel just in time.
“I thought you weren’t getting home until Friday,”
Lauren said, dropping her flannel pants and pissing in my toilet.
“I decided to come home early,” I couldn’t even be mad at her. I missed her audacity. Only Lauren would unlock my door, burst into the bathroom while I was naked, and drop her pants in front of me.
“What?” I asked, wondering what the glare was all about.
“You were with Drew,” she demanded, following me out.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, sliding on a pair of panties and a night shirt.
“You’re an idiot, Ry. You have no idea how much that man loves you,” she stated.
“Yes. I’m sure I have a pretty good idea. What is your problem?”
“Did Drew give you the hickey?”
“What?” I hadn’t seen a hickey and had even showered in front of a full length mirror. It was all steamed over, but still.
“Yeah, right below your collarbone.”
I pulled my shirt out to look.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I’m going to kill him.
“Lauren, you can’t say anything to Dawson,” I all but begged.
“I can’t believe you, Riley. If you don’t want him, tell him. Stop letting him think that you are going to marry him, and he’s going to live happily ever after.”
“I do want that, Lauren,” I assured her.
“So, you’re going to divorce Drew now?”
Shit.
“Lauren, you have no idea what this is like for me.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re right, Ry. I have no idea how hard it must be for you to keep two good looking men going. You poor little thing.”
“Don’t do this, Lauren. This is really none of your business.”
“You are absolutely right, Riley or Morgan or whatever the hell your name is. It is none of my business, but it is Dawson’s. Are you planning on telling him that you just spent the last three days fucking your husband?”
“Really, Lauren?” I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. She was pissed.
“Yeah, Ry. Really?” she replied and left me standing dumbstruck in my room.
I pulled my covers back and crawled into bed with my cellphone.
“You stupid son of bitch,” I yelled as soon as Drew answered.
“Why am I a stupid son of a bitch now?” he asked.
“You know why. I can’t believe you did this again.
My best friend just stormed out of here pissed as hell because you had to go and leave your mark again. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You didn’t mind last night while I was doing it.”