A Winter Wedding

“What happened between you and Noelle?” Olivia asked.

Kyle forgot about his discomfort. He even forgot about the tempting array of food his mother had made. “What do you mean?”

“She had to take a shower at my house today.”

“Why? The water heater I gave her isn’t working?”

Olivia peered more closely at him. “She had some guy friend tear it out and throw it in her yard. Said she wouldn’t take anything from you.”

She’d never refused one of his spousal maintenance checks. But Kyle didn’t say that. “You know what she’s like.”

Olivia raised her eyebrows. “That’s all you’re going to say?”

He scowled at her. “Do you really want to hear the latest?”

“I do,” Brandon said. “What’s going on?”

“Basically, she wants to get back together. I guess she’s tired of trying to find someone else to marry and would like some financial support.”

A crease formed on Olivia’s normally smooth forehead. “That’s not what she says.”

Irritated that Olivia would question him—since no one understood what Noelle was like more clearly than she did—Kyle shifted in his seat. “What did she say?”

“That you keep hitting her up for—” she glanced at Paige “—you know. That she’s tired of putting out for you when you won’t date her legitimately.”

Kyle dropped the fork he’d just picked up, causing a loud clang as it hit his plate. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Kyle!” his mother cried. “We’re at Sunday dinner! Please, watch your language...”

What he’d said had exploded out of his mouth—the result of years of pent-up frustration where Noelle was concerned. It wasn’t as if he’d put any thought into it. “Sorry, Mom, but...” At a complete loss, he shook his head. “Who’s she telling this to?”

When Olivia flushed, he got the impression she’d initially bought into her sister’s lies, at least to some extent. “My parents. Noelle said you expected something in exchange for that water heater, and she refused.”

He pressed his fingers to his temples. “Don’t tell me they believed her.”

Olivia’s expression turned to one of sympathy and concern. “I’m afraid they might have. She acted so convincing. They said they were proud she had some ‘moral fiber.’ That she didn’t need you because they’d buy her a water heater.”

Kyle hit the table as he surged to his feet, rocking the glasses and nearly tipping them over. “That’s bullshit!”

“Kyle!” Paige said again, but no one was paying attention to her complaints about his language.

“Why would she say something so terrible?” Bob asked, obviously disgusted.

“Because she’s sick in the head.” Brandon gestured that Kyle should return to his seat. “Relax, bro. We know she’s lying. She lies about everything.”

Olivia shot her husband a wounded look, as if her loyalties were torn, and that was all Kyle could take. He was glad the two sisters had formed some type of peaceful relationship, but it was beyond belief that Olivia, who’d once known him so well and been the victim of so much of Noelle’s unkindness over the years, had bought into the crap she was saying about him.

“There’s something seriously wrong with her,” he said and stormed out.





14

Kyle drove past Noelle’s house on the way home. Sure enough, the water heater was right there, dented on one side and lying on the grass for everyone to see. That meant the story Noelle was telling would be familiar to more than Olivia and her family. No doubt the neighbors had heard he was trying to get back in Noelle’s pants, and God only knew the number of people they’d told.

Too bad Noelle didn’t have whoever helped her remove the damn heater drop it in his yard. Then he could’ve disposed of it. But she wanted to make a statement, pile on the drama.

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