Clara turns to me, mouth still hanging open and eyes wide. Her silence only lasts a nano-second.
“OMG!” she hisses. “He’s to die for, Izzy!”
I can’t agree. Well, I can, but I won’t.
I still can't believe I forgot about her stupid pie.
Fuck. This is turning out to be the night of unwanted company to the nth degree.
Clara’s long dark hair whips in the wind as she turns to his truck and then back to me. “Where? How? How long? Is he your dating site match-up guy? Why didn't you tell me you'd matched a ten out of ten hunk, lady?”
“What? No, no, no, and no!” I try to wipe out all her rapid fire questions at once.
“You're terrible for holding out on me. I thought we were family! You never said how your date turned out – mighty good by the looks of him. I mean, it.”
I shake my head. “Clara, it's late. I should be getting home.”
“I brought you a pie! Coconut cream.” Clara winks, reaching in the door she’d left open, her car still running. “Your favorite. I made a couple for dinner, and everyone agreed I should drop one off since you missed out. You're welcome, cuz.”
Just great. I don’t even like coconut cream pie that much.
Like most everything about the family dinners, I pretend I do to keep the peace. Then, a solid escape opportunity dawns on me. “Awesome!” I snatch the pie from her hand, feigning joy. “Better go before this melts. Have a nice night, Clara!”
“You really need a new car, Izzy. One with modern air conditioning.”
“Someday, when I can afford it.” I hold up the pie and smile as if I can’t wait to bite into it. “Mmmm, supper! Thanks again.”
I’m half way to my car, when her question stops me.
“Does your mama know about Big Daddy?”
I spin around as my stomach hits the ground. “Nope. And that's the way it's gonna stay because there isn’t anything to know.”
“He’s still sitting there. Watching.” She smiles, nods toward their truck, and does a small wave.
“He’s just being polite.” I start walking again. “And we're being rude, Clara. He has a little girl to get home to put to bed. He's waiting for us to leave. Making sure we're safe.” I leave it there so I don't have to mention, much less think about Preston again.
“So...no mother? No wife? I mean, if you've got to deal with her, there are always ways around the drama. You can't let that stop you!”
“Clara.”
“Okay, okay! I’m just curious.”
“Nosy, you mean,” I mumble, climbing in my car. As the engine purrs to life, I wave. “Thanks again for the pie.”
She gets in her car and pulls away. I follow. Brent follows me. I try to let out a huff of relief, but there's none in me. I follow Clara’s tail lights to the highway.
Thank God.
I cringe. Hoping he doesn’t plan on following me all the way to my place in Tempe. Knowing Clara, she’s already considering how to turn around and follow him home. My mind starts spinning faster than the nighttime traffic whipping down the four-lane highway.
A small sense of relief seeps out of me when I look in my mirrors again. Brent takes an exit. And I don’t see a car that looks like Clara’s anymore.
Then reality hits home.
Jesus! This night could've been an even bigger disaster.
If Clara ever hears what Brent said to Preston, about us being engaged, I’m toast.
And so is he.
There's no drama in the known universe like Derby drama.
And me, being a single crazy cat lady for the rest of my life, has been the main family tragedy for months.
Who knew the fix could be even worse?
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