mean?”
“Do you really want a divorce?”
Ryder wasn’t sure, to be honest. He had strange feelings swirling around in him, ones that made him very uncomfortable.
Suzanne, on the other hand, seemed to have no reservations.
“Are you smoking crack?” Suzanne asked, staring down at her phone like Jackson could see her incredulous expression. “We’ve been separated for two years! I don’t think we’re going to reconcile at this point, Jackson.”
Nothing like telling it like it was.
Glad to hear he was totally delusional for even thinking for one second that Suzanne had put some genuine emotion behind that kiss the night before.
“Ryder?” Jackson asked. “That your answer, too?”
Suzanne’s head swung toward him, her eyes snapping, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a little bit scared.
“Sure,” he said calmly. “Nothing there to save, Jackson. Is there, Suz?”
CHAPTER FIVE
MAYBE Suzanne had spoken a little too vehemently. She knew immediately she’d hurt Ryder, which hadn’t been her intention. But when he got that cool, detached look on his face, she always knew she’d pushed him too far, and he was retreating into nonchalance.
Funny thing is, for the first time she saw with total clarity it was a pattern they’d had for years. She panicked, used sarcasm to hide her emotions, and Ryder retreated behind a shield of bravado and mockery.
It was a stunning revelation, one she wasn’t at all sure what to do with, and one she definitely didn’t like.
“Just get us our court date,” she told Jackson, watching Ryder uneasily. “And please call me as soon as you know. Is there anything else you need from us right now?”
Ryder was sitting back in his chair, looking very relaxed, which made Suzanne nervous. It was a deceptive stance. She could tell by the set of his jaw that he was downright furious.
“No, I’m good. You all have a good day, and don’t worry. I’m on this. You’ll be divorced before you can say Daytona.”
That got a reaction from Ryder. His hand jumped a little on the table.
Suzanne cleared her throat and rushed Jackson off the phone. After she hung up, she clasped her phone and turned to look at Ryder. “Well, um . . .”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Are you actually speechless? Never thought I’d live to see that day.”
That made her feel defensive and she reacted. “Well, hell, Ryder, this is weird! What am I supposed to say?”
His fist slammed down on the black-painted table.
Suzanne jumped a little, startled at his sudden explosion of anger. She knew he was ticked off, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. The situation was crazy and unexpected, but what exactly was he pissed off about?
“You’re supposed to say that while we may have had our fair share of problems, our marriage didn’t totally suck ass! You’re not supposed to act like being married to me was the worst goddamn thing that ever happened to you.”
Good Lord, never in a million years could she have predicted he would say that. Suzanne just gaped at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that you act like being my wife was akin to hell on earth.”
The man was smoking crack right along with their lawyer. “Are you nuts? When did I ever say anything like that?”
“You’ve said it a thousand times out loud and in a million ways without words.”
Now he was just being overdramatic. If he threw out his hand and started spouting words from a dead guy, she was out of there. And it was her damn house.
“I have never said that. And you sound like a girl so just calm yourself on down.” So maybe that was a childish and rude dig, but he was freaking her out, and God knew Suzanne had never handled emotion well. He should know that about her by now.
Ryder threw his hand up in the air and gave an exasperated groan. “That explains everything then. No wonder you hated being married to me . . . I’m a girl.”
“I did not hate being married
“Do you really want a divorce?”
Ryder wasn’t sure, to be honest. He had strange feelings swirling around in him, ones that made him very uncomfortable.
Suzanne, on the other hand, seemed to have no reservations.
“Are you smoking crack?” Suzanne asked, staring down at her phone like Jackson could see her incredulous expression. “We’ve been separated for two years! I don’t think we’re going to reconcile at this point, Jackson.”
Nothing like telling it like it was.
Glad to hear he was totally delusional for even thinking for one second that Suzanne had put some genuine emotion behind that kiss the night before.
“Ryder?” Jackson asked. “That your answer, too?”
Suzanne’s head swung toward him, her eyes snapping, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a little bit scared.
“Sure,” he said calmly. “Nothing there to save, Jackson. Is there, Suz?”
CHAPTER FIVE
MAYBE Suzanne had spoken a little too vehemently. She knew immediately she’d hurt Ryder, which hadn’t been her intention. But when he got that cool, detached look on his face, she always knew she’d pushed him too far, and he was retreating into nonchalance.
Funny thing is, for the first time she saw with total clarity it was a pattern they’d had for years. She panicked, used sarcasm to hide her emotions, and Ryder retreated behind a shield of bravado and mockery.
It was a stunning revelation, one she wasn’t at all sure what to do with, and one she definitely didn’t like.
“Just get us our court date,” she told Jackson, watching Ryder uneasily. “And please call me as soon as you know. Is there anything else you need from us right now?”
Ryder was sitting back in his chair, looking very relaxed, which made Suzanne nervous. It was a deceptive stance. She could tell by the set of his jaw that he was downright furious.
“No, I’m good. You all have a good day, and don’t worry. I’m on this. You’ll be divorced before you can say Daytona.”
That got a reaction from Ryder. His hand jumped a little on the table.
Suzanne cleared her throat and rushed Jackson off the phone. After she hung up, she clasped her phone and turned to look at Ryder. “Well, um . . .”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Are you actually speechless? Never thought I’d live to see that day.”
That made her feel defensive and she reacted. “Well, hell, Ryder, this is weird! What am I supposed to say?”
His fist slammed down on the black-painted table.
Suzanne jumped a little, startled at his sudden explosion of anger. She knew he was ticked off, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. The situation was crazy and unexpected, but what exactly was he pissed off about?
“You’re supposed to say that while we may have had our fair share of problems, our marriage didn’t totally suck ass! You’re not supposed to act like being married to me was the worst goddamn thing that ever happened to you.”
Good Lord, never in a million years could she have predicted he would say that. Suzanne just gaped at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that you act like being my wife was akin to hell on earth.”
The man was smoking crack right along with their lawyer. “Are you nuts? When did I ever say anything like that?”
“You’ve said it a thousand times out loud and in a million ways without words.”
Now he was just being overdramatic. If he threw out his hand and started spouting words from a dead guy, she was out of there. And it was her damn house.
“I have never said that. And you sound like a girl so just calm yourself on down.” So maybe that was a childish and rude dig, but he was freaking her out, and God knew Suzanne had never handled emotion well. He should know that about her by now.
Ryder threw his hand up in the air and gave an exasperated groan. “That explains everything then. No wonder you hated being married to me . . . I’m a girl.”
“I did not hate being married
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