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out of Dodge.”
“God save me from macho men.” He shook his head and sat his mug on a napkin. “You’re too scared to stay.”
“I don’t stay where I’m not wanted.” It was too fucking painful to know that someone who supposedly loved you really preferred to be with, oh, for example, anybody but you.
“Idiot. She’s pushing you out because she’s afraid you won’t stay.” He patted his mouth with a napkin. “And I thought gay relationships were complex.”
The doorbell rang and Dev gladly hopped off the counter to pay the pizza delivery guy. He carried the two boxes back into the kitchen. “I have extra cheese and a supreme. But you only get to share if you quit riding my ass.”
“Now there’s a picture.” He crossed his legs and grinned.
Dev snorted. “In your dreams, pal.”
“Don’t worry, Gallagher. You’re not my type.” He stood to get plates from Chloe’s cabinets and set aside the paper plates Dev had pulled out. “Now your friend who brought the phone is a different matter all together.”
“I so do not want to hear this.” Dev loaded up with supreme, then walked into the dining room table he’d set for his farewell romantic dinner. He flipped on her CD player and swapped the classical disk for something more in tune with his mood. Garth Brooks singing about lost love should do the trick.
* * * *
Chloe had gone out with Liz for ice cream after the Lamaze class. When they pulled up to the curb, she was surprised to see Jay’s sedan parked outside her house. However, she was flabbergasted when she walked into the front door and found he and Dev sprawled over her living room furniture watching a Braves game.
The dining room table was littered with two pizza boxes and three beer bottles. “Looks like you two had a good time.”
Jay stood and walked to a package leaning against the dining room wall. “It’s about time you got home. Baseball has to be the slowest game on the face of the earth. At least in football, the uniforms are hot.”
Dev muted the television. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “I like your brother, sugar, but he makes a man real glad to be back near his woman.” They both watched Jay unwrap the canvas and turn it around to face them. She felt Dev freeze behind her.
It was a watercolor painting of the two of them. Jay had drawn Dev standing behind Chloe with his arms around her and both of their hands sitting on her pregnant belly, kind of like they were right now, except they were dressed in the clothes that they’d worn to the courthouse. Dev had worn a gray suit and tie with a white shirt the day they were married. He looked perfectly comfortable draped around Chloe’s back. Jay had captured a variety of emotions on his face. His eyes conveyed pride, protectiveness, and possession, all tempered by the merest hint of a satisfied grin.
Chloe had dressed in a deep rose sundress that hugged her pregnant belly. She had piled her hair on top of her head and let small curls dangle around her face. On the painting, Jay had portrayed her hair intertwined with her long earrings. As for her face, Chloe had never seen herself look so deliriously content and happy.
It made her throat ache. “It’s beautiful, Jay.”
Dev moved next to her and stared at the painting before looking at Jay. “Pretty damn amazing.” His voice was gruff.
Chloe went to Jay and hugged him, fighting tears. “Hey now,” he said, “This isn’t the reaction I was aiming for.”
She laughed, choking back her tears. “It’s wonderful.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I think you should hang on to this one, Chloe.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” she murmured.
Jay shook his head. “It’s a wonder human beings haven’t gone extinct with the way you heterosexuals screw things up.”
Dev walked Jay to the door and shook his hand. “The painting is amazing. You’re not just a pretty face after
“God save me from macho men.” He shook his head and sat his mug on a napkin. “You’re too scared to stay.”
“I don’t stay where I’m not wanted.” It was too fucking painful to know that someone who supposedly loved you really preferred to be with, oh, for example, anybody but you.
“Idiot. She’s pushing you out because she’s afraid you won’t stay.” He patted his mouth with a napkin. “And I thought gay relationships were complex.”
The doorbell rang and Dev gladly hopped off the counter to pay the pizza delivery guy. He carried the two boxes back into the kitchen. “I have extra cheese and a supreme. But you only get to share if you quit riding my ass.”
“Now there’s a picture.” He crossed his legs and grinned.
Dev snorted. “In your dreams, pal.”
“Don’t worry, Gallagher. You’re not my type.” He stood to get plates from Chloe’s cabinets and set aside the paper plates Dev had pulled out. “Now your friend who brought the phone is a different matter all together.”
“I so do not want to hear this.” Dev loaded up with supreme, then walked into the dining room table he’d set for his farewell romantic dinner. He flipped on her CD player and swapped the classical disk for something more in tune with his mood. Garth Brooks singing about lost love should do the trick.
* * * *
Chloe had gone out with Liz for ice cream after the Lamaze class. When they pulled up to the curb, she was surprised to see Jay’s sedan parked outside her house. However, she was flabbergasted when she walked into the front door and found he and Dev sprawled over her living room furniture watching a Braves game.
The dining room table was littered with two pizza boxes and three beer bottles. “Looks like you two had a good time.”
Jay stood and walked to a package leaning against the dining room wall. “It’s about time you got home. Baseball has to be the slowest game on the face of the earth. At least in football, the uniforms are hot.”
Dev muted the television. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “I like your brother, sugar, but he makes a man real glad to be back near his woman.” They both watched Jay unwrap the canvas and turn it around to face them. She felt Dev freeze behind her.
It was a watercolor painting of the two of them. Jay had drawn Dev standing behind Chloe with his arms around her and both of their hands sitting on her pregnant belly, kind of like they were right now, except they were dressed in the clothes that they’d worn to the courthouse. Dev had worn a gray suit and tie with a white shirt the day they were married. He looked perfectly comfortable draped around Chloe’s back. Jay had captured a variety of emotions on his face. His eyes conveyed pride, protectiveness, and possession, all tempered by the merest hint of a satisfied grin.
Chloe had dressed in a deep rose sundress that hugged her pregnant belly. She had piled her hair on top of her head and let small curls dangle around her face. On the painting, Jay had portrayed her hair intertwined with her long earrings. As for her face, Chloe had never seen herself look so deliriously content and happy.
It made her throat ache. “It’s beautiful, Jay.”
Dev moved next to her and stared at the painting before looking at Jay. “Pretty damn amazing.” His voice was gruff.
Chloe went to Jay and hugged him, fighting tears. “Hey now,” he said, “This isn’t the reaction I was aiming for.”
She laughed, choking back her tears. “It’s wonderful.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I think you should hang on to this one, Chloe.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” she murmured.
Jay shook his head. “It’s a wonder human beings haven’t gone extinct with the way you heterosexuals screw things up.”
Dev walked Jay to the door and shook his hand. “The painting is amazing. You’re not just a pretty face after
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