I suppose it was time to have a few regrets, or perhaps time to come up with a game plan.
Instead of doing either, I sat there and stared at Mona, waiting to see what she was going to do next.
She finally turned with a scoff. “Raving bitch, eh?”
I gave her a weak smile. “I was trying for something accurate without going too hard.”
“You’ve called me far worse,” she said with a sigh. “And I’ve done the same for you.”
“And around we go, repeatedly,” I said with a shake of my head.
She snorted. “You really waited until our divorce was legally inches from finishing to discover you wanted to get with a man? Really? After all those times we talked about it.”
“I didn’t feel it,” I said, cringing when she raised a brow. “Well, I didn’t!”
“Clearly you found a way to feel it,” she said dryly. “How about I say it was because he was just so good-looking you couldn’t help but change sexualities instead of saying I pissed you off bad enough to switch teams?”
“I’m still into women,” I said with a scowl. “I didn’t change teams.”
“Oh, you might not be on the gay team, but you certainly aren’t on the same team you were the last time I saw you,” she said with a snort. “Can’t blame you, he is…cute. I would say sexy, but that seems distasteful considering the circumstances.”
“Yeah, well, we’re managing not to hate each other right now, so I’m not going to agree with you…but I’m also not going to insult him by disagreeing.”
She curled her lip. “And he, uh…takes you just fine, eh?”
“Really?”
“Hey, you can’t blame me for wondering.”
“Oh, yes, I can, and I’m beginning to.”
“Well, one has to wonder, and seeing the look on your face made me feel a little better, so?—”
“He takes it like a champ; he could wear me out if given the chance.”
Her mouth opened and then puckered, shriveling as she huffed. “I suppose I earned that one. You’re a bastard for it all the same, but…well, fuck you.”
“And fuck you,” I said with a shake of my head. “Look, we’re not friends, and we probably never will be. For every bit of love we have left for one another, there’s too many ugly, nasty things between us.”
“So what…we just move on?”
“That was the point of the divorce. Shit, I still haven’t figured out why you came here.”
She eyed me. “You haven’t?”
I frowned. “Am I supposed to read your mind and guess what you were doing? I’ve never been able to keep up with you when you’re on one of your tears.”
“Just for that, I will not help you. Sad thathefigured it out, but you’re still just as dense as ever,” she said with a snort, taking the bottle from me and pouring a heavy measure. “God save…whatever his name is.”
“Colin.”
“God save Colin; I hope he knows what he signed up for.”
“He didn’t…” I stopped as she took another drink. I didn’t know what the hell to even say about what he was, or what we were. I was going to have to find him and figure out…something. “Sleep here tonight.”
She looked up, startled. “Excuse me?”
I watched her finish the drink. “You really think it’s a good idea to go out on your bike after what you’ve just downed?”