Hungry for Love (51 page)

“
You know what
,”
she seethed
,
“
I
’
m angry—furious really
,
madder than I
’
ve ever been.  But not at you—I
’
m pissed at myself.
”

Hearing this
,
Kevin jumped up from the floor and took a step toward her
,
smiling.  She said she wasn
’
t mad at him
,
didn
’
t she
?

Laura continued
,
“
For all these years I waited around when I knew there was nothing left.  When I knew there was nothing between us
,
nothing at all.  Call a lawyer
,
Kevin
,
a good lawyer.  And get the hell out of here.  Now!
”

“
Hmm
,”
answered Kevin
,
“
I don
’
t think so.
”

“
I said it
’
s over.  Get out.
”

“
Yeah…no.  This is my house.  You
’
re my wife.
”

“‘
Til divorce us do part.
”

“
Not gonna happen.
”

“
Stop it
,
Kevin.  We can have a nice
,
simple
,
no contest divorce
,
or you can go out kicking and screaming and a messy divorce with a witness to your infidelity.  The dirty doctor.  The press loves that stuff.  But will your patients
?”

“
You wouldn
’
t.
”

“
I might.  You don
’
t really know
,
do you.  For all you know
,
I was the one who got those Honda thugs after you.
”

Kevin gasped.  It couldn
’
t be. 
“
So you admit it!
”

“
Of course not.  But who knows.  You know what they say about women scorned.  Sometimes we do very rash things.
”

Kevin looked deep into Laura
’
s eyes.  What was there
?
  Was there any information about whether she was lying to him or not
?
 
“
Stand still
,
dammit
,”
he said as she turned to dump the coffee from the two mugs into the sink.

“
Well
,
Kevin
,
as nice as this has been
,
it
’
s time for you to leave.  Get a place.  Call a lawyer.  I
’
m sure you
’
ll find a bimbo to screw in roughly twenty minutes.  Unless you get mowed down by a Honda.  Or maybe they
’
ve changed cars too.  Maybe they
’
re in a new vehicle and are ready to come at you from any direction.  And you won
’
t have a clue until you
’
re rolling down an embankment.  Poor
,
poor Kevin.  I just hope that vicious judge doesn
’
t incarcerate you for too long when that happens.
”

Kevin glowered at Laura.  How dare she mess with him like that.  Who knew she could be such a scary broad.  It was appalling—and sort of a turn-on. 
“
Okay I
’
ll do you the favor— out of respect for Julie and her security
,
I
’
ll move into the guesthouse—but only for a while.
”

“
Guesthouse
,”
laughed Laura
,
“
You mean the cabana
?
You don
’
t remember we remodeled it
?
  There
’
s not even a bed in there.
”

“
There
’
s a bed in the guestroom.  And if I had it remodeled
,
I can have it unmodeled.
”
  Kevin marched past his wife and up the stairs and started dismantling the bed in the guestroom and bringing the parts down the stairs while she stood disbelieving
,
watching him walk up and back.

- ELEVEN –

When Ben drove up with two other cars tailing him
,
Angie figured he
’
d brought some helpers
,
which made sense
,
although she was less than thrilled to see that psycho Colette exit a car and race up to Ben for a large and tasteless kiss before they—and Clint
,
who could lift the world if necessary—entered the guesthouse. It hadn
’
t been difficult to find an apartment and in the last week she
’
d bought some furniture which had already been delivered.  This was really the first time she
’
d ever set up a home of her own because she
’
d lived in that guesthouse of her dad
’
s since returning from culinary school.  The only things there which she would be moving were clothing
,
cooking equipment
,
and books.  And the this and that which always must be dealt with during a move.

“
Piggylicious!
”
squealed Colette the moment she saw Angie
,
grabbing her in an overly long
,
overly tight hug. 
“
I have a little moving day gift for you.
”
  From the depths of her seemingly bottomless tote
,
Colette dug around and produced a small box wrapped in silver paper
,
which Angie preferred not to accept but couldn
’
t refuse.  It was a small bottle of cologne.

“
Orange
,”
said Colette. 
“
I thought it would blend nicely with your natural bacon scent.
”
  Angie scowled as Colette continued
,
“
Oh and I brought my tape measure
,”
she said
,
pulling a tiny dressmaker
’
s reel out of her pocket.

“
Oh no
,
I already have a floor plan
,
and the furniture is in the apartment
,
but thanks anyway
,”
said Angie coldly.

“
You silly little bacon girl!  Does this look like something for a floor plan
?
  It
’
s to measure you—not a wall—for a bridesmaid dress.
”

Angie looked aghast
,
and strangely so did Clint
,
as Ben tried to focus away from the whole scene and on the boxes they
’
d have to remove.

“
I know
,
I know
,”
said Colette
,
“
If I had my way you
’
d be maid of honor—always a bridesmaid
,
never a bride
,
huh Piggy
,
but there
’
s my odious cousin Bree—funny you
’
re both named after food…
”
  At that point Ben leaned toward Colette and whispered something in her ear. 
“
Oh my
,
Ben says I shouldn
’
t call you Piggy
,
that I
’
m being rude.  Why
?
  Isn
’
t bacon an aphrodisiac
?
  It is to all the men I know.
”