“Thank you, Dex. I appreciate it. I don’t mean to intrude on your time with them.”
“I have to go,” I said. “They’re waiting for me.”
“Okay. I’ll see you at church.”
“Fine.” Ending the call, I tossed my phone onto the bed and rubbed my face with both hands.
Marriage was a fuck ton of work, and I hadn’t been good at it, but damn—divorce was a bitch too.
I didn’t plan on doing either of them ever again.
Fifteen minutes later, we were ready to go. As I backed out of the garage, I didn’t even glance in the direction of Winnie’s house.
But Hallie spoke up. “Hey, maybe we should ask if Winnie wants to go to church with us.”
“We’re not doing that,” I said.
“Do you think she’s awake?” Luna asked.
“No idea.”
“I wonder if her car is in the garage,” Hallie said. “She’s old enough to drive, right Daddy?”
“She’s twenty-two,” I told them. “Yes, that’s old enough to drive.” And vote and drink, I thought—but barely.
Shoving the thought of that kiss from my head, I concentrated on the road.
“I wonder what she does for a job,” Luna said.
I realized I’d sat outside with her for at least twenty minutes but I had no idea what she did for a living. “I don’t know.”
“Her mom owns a bakery,” Hallie recalled. “Maybe she works there?”
“She might.” For a second, I wondered if it was possible Winnie had been the someone at the bakery who’d told Naomi about the allergic reaction last night. But how would she have known who Naomi was?
“That would be a fun job,” Luna said. “Baking cupcakes all day.”
“Hey, that’s the place our cupcakes were from!” Hallie shouted, pointing out the window. “Plum & Honey. It matches the sticker that was on the box. And the sign says open.”
“Can we go there, Daddy?” Luna pleaded. “Maybe Winnie is working.”
“I thought you wanted bagels,” I said, panicking slightly at the thought of facing Winnie this morning after I’d rubbed her crotch against mine last night.
“No, let’s go to the bakery,” Hallie said.
I looked around but didn’t see any other breakfast options, and of course, there was an open parking spot right in front of Plum & Honey. Cursing the universe, I pulled into it and the girls cheered.
As they unbuckled their seatbelts, I flipped down the visor mirror and checked my hair, trying to fix where it stuck up a little on the side I’d slept on. Then I sniffed the collar of my dress shirt—it was the same one I’d worn to the party last night, but I’d taken it off and hung it up as soon as we’d gotten home. I hadn’t felt like ironing a new one this morning, so I’d just thrown it on again. It smelled like cologne, which I figured was okay.
What about my breath? Had I brushed my teeth? I’d been so annoyed about the phone call with Naomi, I might have forgotten. I exhaled into my hand and sniffed. I couldn’t smell anything, so maybe I was fine. At least I’d trimmed the nose hair.
That’s when I locked eyes with a perplexed Hallie in the mirror. “What are you doing?” she asked, blinking at me.
“Nothing.” I snapped the visor shut and opened the door. “Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late.”
“But why were you smelling your hand like that?” she persisted as they scrambled out of the back seat.
“No reason.”
I opened the bakery door and followed them inside, relieved when I didn’t see Winnie behind the counter. The girls, however, were disappointed, and went rushing up to the woman standing near the register. She might have been Winnie’s stepmom—she seemed like the right age, and I thought she looked familiar. Maybe I’d seen her at the party last night.
“Hello,” she greeted them, her smile warm and welcoming. “What can I get for you?”
“Is Winnie here?” Hallie asked.
The woman looked surprised, then she laughed. “Not today. Do you know Winnie?”
“Yes, she’s our next door neighbor.”
“We met her yesterday,” Luna said excitedly. “Does she work here?”
“No, but she comes in here a lot. She’s my daughter.” She lowered her voice and spoke behind the back of her hand, like she was telling them a secret. “She says she comes here for me, but I think she just likes the free cupcakes.”