“It’s my cantaloupe. Sandra got it but I paid for it and it’s in my fridge,” he answered.
I nodded, set down the board, unwrapped the cantaloupe and grabbed a knife out of a big butcher block and started cutting. I tried not to think about the messy bed Luke threw me into last night and hoped he hadn’t thrown me into a bed that got messy through his activities with another woman.
I failed at not thinking about it.
“Will she mind that I spent the night?”
Why did you ask that? Silly girl, Good Ava remonstrated me.
I’m so sure! He handcuffed you to him and slept with you when he’s seeing someone else. What a jerk, Bad Ava huffed.
“We’re not exclusive so it’s none of her business,” Luke answered.
See! He’s a jerk, Bad Ava ranted.
Good Ava kept her silence, likely pouting.
He had come to stand by me at the counter. I could see the side of his hip leaning against it out of the corner of my eye. I ignored the hip and kept cutting.
“Do you want cantaloupe?” I asked, keeping my eyes on my task.
“No, I want to stop talking about cantaloupe and start talking about your troubles.”
Shit.
“Okay,” I said, still cutting. Then I was silent.
So was Luke, for a moment, then he broke the silence.
“Ava,” his voice held a warning.
My mind raced for an excuse for another delay and it found none.
Fuckity, f**k, f**k, f**k.
Time to get it over with.
“Um… well. You know my friend Sissy?” I asked, eyes on the melon.
“Yeah.”
“She’s married to Dominic Vincetti.”
“I worked that part out,” he told me.
“Now, they’re kind of separated.”
Silence.
“She’s going to file for divorce.”
More silence.
“She’s up in Wyoming, staying with her Mom.”
I looked at the cantaloupe and realized I had cut far too much for just myself. Oh well, at least Sandra wouldn’t have to worry about cutting up the cantaloupe next time she was there. I put down the knife, picked up a chunk of melon and popped it into my mouth.
“Are you done?” Luke asked, my eyes slid sideways to look at him and I swallowed.