“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “It’s still complicated.”
He grinned at that. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“Says the divorcee.”
“Damn.” Emmett grabbed his chest with feigned pain and I chuckled.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.” He licked his lips and clasped his hands on the table. “Can I ask you something though?”
“Sure.”
“How’d you end up married?”
“One drunken night of fun. Haven’t you seen the video?” I joked and picked my glass up to take a drink.
“But even then, I’ve been drunk off my ass and never thought to just go off and get married. There had to be something there beforehand and I don’t know. I guess I’m asking what about Drix made you want to be with him?”
I froze for a moment. I’d never been asked that question before and genuinely never thought of it that way. He was right. I’d been drunk before too with plenty of people, both inside the industry and out, and I hadn’t walked out of a blackout married before.
Maybe it was because we were crossfaded and not just drunk.
I swallowed anyway, nervousness creeping up inside me. I shifted in my seat while I thought carefully about my answer, Emmett’s eyes trained on me.
“Drix is… interesting,” I finished lamely. “He’s not just this big, violent and grumpy man people see all over social media or in interviews. He’s funny and caring and family oriented, very family oriented," I stressed. “Seeing him with his nieces is like seeing an entirely new person. I mean, him with any of his family members really, but his nieces in specific light something different inside him. And the same attention to detail he uses to craft timeless music is the same attention to detail he uses for pretty much everything in his life. He’s good at reading people and picking up on cues and noticing what you need before you’re sure that you need it.”
Emmett lifted an eyebrow and nodded once.
“So, you’re on the way to reconciliation? Got it.”
I chuckled but didn’t tell him he was wrong.
Fuck.
Why didn’t I tell him he was wrong?
It was a contract marriage and the contract was becoming more detrimental than helpful. I’d already told him it was done and he hadn’t vetoed that. Niecy admitting she was a loser didn’t change that.
I didn’t circle back to that statement though.
We got the check then headed out of the restaurant. Emmett played music while he drove me home, neither of us really attempting to make polite conversation. He parked behind my car and hopped out to open my door.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Come on. Let me walk you to the door.”
“Okay.”
I led us to my door and popped it open.
“So, this is it, huh?” Emmett shifted on his feet.
“What does that mean?”
“That it’s real obvious you want to work shit out in your lil complicated situation.” He chuckled lightly. “If you decide that’s not true though, hit me up.”
“Nah, nigga. She good.” Berlin’s voice had my head flying around.