But was she? She hadn’t had gone out on a second date for almost a year. And she hadn’t even wanted to think about having sex. No, ever since that disastrous day—Angie and Devon’s wedding day—when she’d walked in on her fiancé and Bria screwing in one of the dressing rooms at the church, she hadn’t been interested in dating, sex, or having a boyfriend. Angie gritted her teeth as the memories played through her mind: the bitch’s peach chiffon bridesmaid dress pushed up over her hips, her hands against the wall while Devon shoved into her with his tuxedo pants pooled around his ankles.
“What a fucking asshole.”
The memory of her yelling and clobbering Devon with her lace stilettos still made her giggle. Gemma, Callie, and Angie had laughed their asses off over that one so many times after having gone through the most humiliating experience of her life. Pitchers of margaritas and vodka martinis made everything about that horrible day seem funny.
It was bad enough that her best friend and her fiancé had betrayed her, but her dad had spent a bundle of money to have the perfect wedding for his only daughter.
She slammed her fist on the steering wheel. “And the fucking slime-bag didn’t even offer to pay Dad back!”
Every time Angie thought aboutthat, it made her see red. She adored her father, and to think that he had given so much of his hard-earned money to make the day perfect for her, but instead, the asshole, Devon, had shattered her heart.
She inhaled then blew out a slow breath. “Okay, calm down. Maybe I’mnottotally over what those two did, but going out on a bunch of blind dates isn’t the answer.”
Truthfully, jumping into a relationship was the last thing on her mind—she didn’t even want to date. At that moment in her life, the only thing she wanted to concentrate on was her job with the Housing Authority. Angie had landed it a few months after moving to Alina to be with her aunt Rosa and uncle Leo. The embarrassment and heartbreak over what Devon and Bria had done made living in Denver impossible. She had bumped into too many relatives and family friends; their looks of pity gnawed at her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Angie pulled into the garage, got out of her car, then walked into her townhouse. Before she could kick off her heels, the cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her purse and looked at the screen.Dominic. I’m so not up for this.Her oldest brother could be an overprotective pain in the ass. She rolled her eyes. Who was she kidding?Allof her brothers could be overbearing and meddling pains in the ass.
“Hey, Dom,” she said, placing the call on speaker. “What’s going on?”
“Not much. Where are you?”
“Home.” She padded over to the cupboard, grabbed a bottle of merlot, and poured it into a glass.
“You invited Eddie to your house? Don’t you think that’s a bad idea on a first date?”
Here it comes.Angie took a sip then placed the glass on the counter. “He’s not here.”
There was a long pause. “You’re home already? What happened? Did he get fresh with you?”
“No, I have a headache.”
An audible sigh came through the phone. “Did you even give the guy a chance?”
“I gave him almost three hours that I’ll never get back. We just didn’t click. End of story.”
“You mean,youdidn’t click with him, right?”
“I guess. I didn’t cross-examine Eddie on how he felt about our evening. Are you still at the shop?”
Dominic, and her other brother, Nick, had relocated from Denver to Alina and bought a gas station and auto-repair shop six months after she’d settled into town. Their decision to do so had coincided with Angie moving out of Aunt Rosa and Uncle Leo’s house. She couldn’t prove it, but she was positive Uncle Leo had something to do with it. He and her aunt were old-fashioned and didn’t think a woman living on her own was a good idea.
“Yeah, and don’t go changing the subject. Nick said that Johnny’s coming down over the weekend.”
Angie plopped down on one of the kitchen chairs and kicked off her shoes. “I heard.” “We can all go out for dinner—I’m treating.”
“Which night?”
“Why? You got plans or something?” Irritation laced his voice.
“What, I can’t have a life?”
“I’m not saying that. Saturday’s good for me.”
“It’s okay for me too.”
“I thought we’d go to Piatti’s.”
“I love their carbonara. Are you inviting Aunt Rosa and Uncle Leo?”