him. Since Dahlia, he’d attempted a few relationships, but they never lasted. Having talked to Dahlia about her relationship with Jeff, however, I knew it had started pretty normally. She said she knew he was serious because they went on seven dates before they had sex.
I remembered the look on Jeff’s face when he saw Ivy at the wedding.
It was an intense look.
“I shouldn’t have slept with him again. Multiple times.” She sighed. “He woke up early to leave for work and whispered in my ear that … that what happened between us meant the world to him and this was just the beginning for us. Who says that?”
A romantic.
“He doesn’t even know me, Emery. If he knew the truth, God, he’d run away and never come back. He has no idea that he is way too good for me.”
My breath caught. “Ivy, don’t say that. It’s not true.”
“It is, Em.” She sounded defeated. “I let a rotten guy do awful things to me for a long time.” Her breath hitched. “Anyway, I gotta get ready for my day of avoiding the sheriff. You okay?”
“I’m fine—”
“Okay, good. Bye.”
My heart raced. This was the closest I think anyone might have gotten to Ivy opening up about her dead fiancé. Shit. “Call Balance.”
Ahmad, the young receptionist, answered.
“Hey, it’s Emery. I am so sorry, but I can’t make it this morning. I’m sorry for the last-minute call, but something just came up. Are the other volunteers on their way?”
“They’re already here. It’s good. The kids will miss you, though.”
Guilt suffused me. I’d never missed a group. But my friend needed me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not at all. I hope everything’s okay.”
I hoped so too.
Deciding to grab some bagels to take to Ivy’s, I stopped in at Lanson’s on my way to her place. I was in the bread aisle, deciding over which type of bagel Ivy might like. I opted for a few kinds and as I was just about to move on to fillings, I heard my name.
I stopped in the middle of the aisle and stared to my left. Whoever it was, was in the aisle next to mine.
“He should be shot for touching that girl.”
“She’s not a girl, Ellen. She’s a grown woman. And she had to know Jack’s reputation before she jumped into bed with him.”
Nausea rolled over me. It was starting.
The gossip.
“Do you think she did it to trap him?”
“Absolutely.” A new voice joined in. One I recognized.
“Oh, Dana, I didn’t see you there. You heard, then?” I was pretty sure that voice belonged to Ellen Luther.
The third voice, the one I didn’t recognize, said, “It’s unbelievable. It’s always the quiet ones.”
My cheeks were on fire.
“She’s always been a manipulative, pretentious little bitch,” Dana said acidly. “No one else could see it. But I did. And she’s had her eye on Jack for ages.”
The audacity of it. Dana Kellerman. Cheater. Mistress. Manipulator. Gossiping about me?
“So, you think she’s trying to trap him?” the unknown voice repeated.
“Absolutely. But I know Jack. He won’t fall for it. They’ll raise that child separately.”
We would. And people would think it was because he didn’t want me. Not the other way around. Small, narrow little minds.
“I don’t know. I think you might have it the wrong way around. Word is that Emery Saunders comes from a lot of money. He’s a Devlin. Maybe he deliberately used her naivety against her and got her pregnant to get his hands on her money,” Ellen said.
I grimaced, aghast.
Why did it never occur to people that maybe two people slept together because they had feelings for one another?
Why was there always a dark, hidden agenda?
Why did everyone always assume the worst of everyone else?
“Jack wouldn’t land himself with a prissy virgin for money. He likes sex too much,” Dana gloated. “Emery Saunders can’t give a man like Jack what he needs.”
“Well, you would know,” Ellen retorted slyly.
Dana huffed. “I’m just saying. She’d bore him to tears.”
Done listening to them, I strode up the aisle and around the corner as they continued to shred Jack and me to pieces.
Ellen Luther, Dana Kellerman, and Sadie Thomas stood huddled in the magazine aisle. Ellen noticed me first and blanched with shame. Sadie prattled on about “the poor kid born from this scandalous mess” and Ellen nudged her to shut her up.
“What?” Sadie looked at her and then finally caught sight of me.
Dana sneered, enjoying that I’d overheard.
Dana, the cheater.
Sadie Thomas, who slept around. A lot. Not that I judged. But I