Yeah. She remembered it. So? Yet, that conversation returned, flitting through her memory like the gossamer wings of a butterfly. Fleeting and fast. And then she understood.
Oh
. It was like that.
Hoo boy.
Maxine had a sinking feeling one of those stupid post-divorce life lessons was in her near future. Her anger fizzled. She bowed her head, peeking out at him from behind her lashes. Every rage-filled vessel in her body now quivered with submission. She’d gone and done it again with her insecurities and stupid conclusion jumping. There was nothing else to do but own it. “I remember.”
Campbell hitched his tight jaw in Lisa’s direction. “Good. That conversation applies to the here and now. Lisa is my lying, cheating
cousin.
On my mother’s side, if you’re looking for specifics. We used to ride bikes together, and when we rode bikes together, we rode them here—to this very diner. Where, as sort of a family tradition between
cousins
, we always shared an ice cream sundae.”
Yes indeedy. She’d been right on the money.
This here was a life lesson.
Seek impulse-control medication.
In bulk.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Note from Maxine Henderson to all ex-trophy wives: Sometimes secrets come back to bite you in your not-so-youthful butt. Better yet, sometimes they’re not your secrets doing the biting—which is always a relief, no? Leave no stone unturned in your quest to live in the light. The truth is out there. Or at least that’s what Fox Mulder always said.
Humiliation made her legs quiver. Lenore was right behind her, holding her up. “We’re going now,” Len said briskly. “Lisa, it was terrific to see you. You look fabulous. Say hello to Benjamin for me.” She gave Maxine a hard shove toward the diner’s doors. “Campbell? Please,” Len said, her tone weary. “Find it in your heart to forgive both me and my lunatic friend. I thought I was jokingly pointing out the obvious to Maxine, when in fact, I only added fuel to her fire. I think calling her raw wouldn’t be an overstatement, though nonetheless inexcusable.” Her friend’s parting words stung Maxine’s ears as she ushered her out of the diner.
Pine trees surrounded the area, their scent clinging to the hot July air, making Maxine want to gag. Side by side, in total silence, they made their way to the back of the parking lot. The click of Lenore’s heels was a sure indicator she was cranked. When they reached her car, Maxine grabbed Len’s hand, her eyes filled with sheepish regret. “Too much empowerment again?” She bit her bottom lip while she waited for Len to let her have it.
Len’s mouth fell open. “That’s an understatement if I ever heard one.”
Maxine rubbed the space between her eyes with her thumb. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”
Her sharp eyes glinted. “You didn’t embarrass me, but wow, I bet you feel like shit now, huh? When are you going to get over yourself, Maxine? When are you going to take the hardcore lessons you’ve learned from being married to a prick like Finley and use them for your greater good?”
Maxine’s chin fell to her chest, duly chastised and grateful Len hadn’t dragged her out of there by her hair. “Like I said before, my behavior’s exactly why I shouldn’t date Campbell or anyone.”
Len’s lips thinned. “That’s just an excuse to behave badly.”
Was it?
Was. It?
Maybe it was . . . “One minute I’m moving right along, thinking I’ve got it all together and the next I’m a mouth without censor, taking up the noble sword for all cheated-upon spouses. I don’t know what comes over me—it just does.”
“I know what’s come over you. You’ve discovered you have an opinion and you’re winging it around like a baseball bat. You just don’t know how to clamp that pretty mouth shut and keep it to yourself or better still, ask questions first before you lose your mind in a public place. But you’re learning—the hard way, but still learning.”
Maxine’s eyes went skyward in remorse.
It really would be okay if you decided now was my time to meet my maker. I’d go willingly. No questions asked.
Len brushed Maxine’s hair from her face. “Look, I’m not going to indulge this for long, honey. No one will. I love you, but you can’t just go screaming ‘whore’ at the top of your lungs whenever you see some imagined injustice without investigating it first. Did you see Lisa’s face? Jesus, she was crushed. She and Benjamin are one of the very few couples from that elite circle we traveled in that really do love each other.”
Maxine cringed, running a hand over her grainy eyes. The horror on Lisa’s face flashed before her closed eyes. She’d used the phrase boy-howdy in reference to Lisa’s hoo-hah. Humiliation bludgeoned her from the inside out. “I’m clearly lacking in the area of social cues. Seeing them together just hit a hot button for me.”
“Uh-huh. But here’s the thing about hot buttons, if you want to champion their cause, don’t do it at the top of your lungs in a public place like you’re some superhero who’s been given a cape and her own invisible plane.”
“I get it. I promise to stop defending truth, justice, and the marital way . . . I’ll apologize to both Lisa and Campbell the second I can get them to consider canceling the restraining orders,” she joked, hoping to lift the wet blanket of Len’s discontent.
But Len wasn’t in the slack-cutting mood. “That’s fine, Maxine. But eventually, apologies aren’t going to cut it anymore. Campbell is none of your business. You made it clear you don’t want to take a chance on getting involved with him. So what right do you have to stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong with a man who’s free to date whoever the hell he wants to date?”
God. She hated hearing Campbell thought about dating anyone but her.
And Jesus. What kind of bullshit was that? Who did she think she was? She’d blown him off out of her fear. She’d avoided him when he was fixing that stupid pipe in her mother’s bathroom, and she didn’t answer his phone calls. Yet, she wanted him to eat fattening fried foods and wander around in her old shirt while he mourned something that had never even gotten off the ground?
Christ.
The sigh Maxine let go was shaky when she ran a hand over her forehead. “All I could think of was Benjamin and how awful it would be for him to find out his much younger wife had gone AWOL. I know how much it hurts to be blindsided like that.” That hurt had once taken over every aspect of her life, kept her guarded, hypersensitive to anything even a little off-kilter.
She’d once awakened with it, eaten with it, shopped with it, slept with it. It was the kind of hurt that never gave you any peace. It jaded you, ate at you, and eventually turned you into a shrieking, self-righteous shrew. Obviously.
Len’s hands gripped her shoulders. “I’m sure you thought you were defending Benjamin’s honor, Maxine. I shouldn’t have teased you, but I was certain you’d come to a place where you’d realize a casual, mature investigation was in order. Like, ‘Hey, Campbell and Lisa. What brings you two here—
together
?’ Not a complete flip out. I
knew
there had to be an explanation. Campbell’s a good guy, whether you want him to be or not.”
“I don’t know what I want,” she admitted in defeat.
“Sure you do. You want to explore Campbell. The problem is you don’t trust that you trust Campbell.”
“That makes no sense. And you’re right. I had no right to stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong.” Though in the moment, she’d felt like she was championing some great cause for all who’d suffered infidelity.
“You stuck your nose in because you were jealous, Maxine. Just own it.”
Her defense mechanism kicked in. “I was not jealous. I was just looking out for an old acquain—”
“Len?” a silky voice said from the dark.
They both whirled around to see a tall man, a very attractive, well-dressed, tall man, come out of the shadows and into the overhead lights of the parking lot. Maxine noted the myriad emotions flitting over her best friend’s face, giving her the grateful opportunity to forget her own stupidity for just a moment. Surprise was certainly there, but so was a flicker of warmth mixed with anger at this man’s intrusion.
Len’s voice was low and definitely irritated when she asked, “What are
you
doing here?”
His voice, on the other hand, was controlled, no-nonsense, and damned sexy. “Eating before our date.”
Maxine’s eyes went from Len’s to the handsome interloper’s, searching for the signals they were sending to each other without saying a word.
Len’s said, “How dare you show up here unannounced” with a dagger of a death stare.
His said, “Oh, I dare” with arrogantly cocky overtones.
Mere seconds passed, filled with the kind of heat Maxine not only saw, but experienced by way of a proxy shiver. “Len?” Her question wasn’t just one, but a hundred. Like who the hell was this long, tall drink of water, this suit-wearing hunk, and why hadn’t she been let in on the secret they so blatantly shared?
Len’s arms wrapped around Maxine, giving her a squeeze—a distracted squeeze. “You go home, honey. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tilting her chin up, her dark eyes focused but a moment on her friend’s before skittering away to parts known as yummy man. “And no more public floggings, okay?”
Thankful she was no longer in the hot seat, Maxine shook her head. Uh, no. “No, it’s not okay. Don’t shuffle me off because you don’t want to explain what’s going on. Since when do you have a
date
?” she said out of the side of her mouth.
“Since you don’t.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh, nice comeback, Seinfeld. Who is that?” she asked, none too quietly.
Len’s gravy-scented, huffy breath of air wafted under Maxine’s nose. “Please don’t ask. Just go home.”
“Adam Baylor,” he interrupted, sticking a hand over Len’s shoulder in the direction of Maxine.
She took it and smiled. “Nice to meet you,
Adam
. And how do you know my best friend in the whole wide world, Len?” Len gave her a “knock it off ” glare, fueling Maxine’s fire and curiosity.
“We’re dating,” he offered, catching Maxine’s playful glance and joining in.
“Realllllly?” Stepping around Len, she leaned into Adam, not quite reaching his broad shoulder. “Tell me something, Adam? Don’t you find it funny that Len didn’t tell her best friend in the whole wide world she was dating a man? Especially a good-looking man like yourself?”
He made a mock punch to his heart. “It hurts right here. To be hidden away like some dirty little secret.”
Oh. She liked. He had a sense of humor, and the way he looked at her friend made Maxine’s breath flutter.
Len, however, wasn’t enjoying their banter. Her eyes sent the girlfriend signal, the one that said Maxine was going to lose an eyeball if she didn’t knock it off. “Isn’t Connor waiting for you?”
A roll of her eyes later and she was shaking Adam’s hand good-bye. “It was nice meeting you, and Len’s right. My son’s waiting for me, and my mother gave me a curfew on her car. But don’t be a stranger. In fact, if you want my phone number, maybe
you
can call me and fill me in on all the deets my best friend in the whole wide world somehow forgot to share,” she taunted in Len’s direction, backing up again toward her parking space with a grin.
“Go. Home,” Len hissed with a finger pointed at Mona’s car.
She threw her hands up in resignation before planting a kiss on her friend’s cheek with a teasing smile. “I’m going. I’m going, but if I don’t hear from you tomorrow about your new stud, mayhem could ensue.”
A pop of her car door later, and Maxine was safely inside, taking one last peek at a bent-out-of-shape Len and an amused Adam before she drove away. Seeing them together set off a multitude of her own emotions.
No doubt, it was far past time for Len to move on. She was beautiful, interesting,
alive
. But there was disappointment mingled with her happiness for Len. Why hadn’t she made a single mention of Adam?
So wrapped up in her own crap, she’d forgotten the word “friend” was a two-way street, and sometimes it really was okay to actually inquire about Len’s well-being, was why.
Speaking of her own crap, she had apologies to make.
Her stomach clenched in a tight ball of regret. Once again, she’d read Campbell wrong and in the process scored another point for downtrodden maniacal ex-wives everywhere. Go. Team.
How did you even begin to apologize for calling a perfectly nice man and his
cousin
infidels?
Flowers?
A card? Did Hallmark really have a card for every occasion? What would she say?
Dear Campbell and Lisa,
Please forgive my escapee from the psych ward behavior. I did a bad, bad thing. Cousins should never have to endure that kind of humiliation because cagey lunatics like myself can’t control their foolish impulses.
Shamefaced,
Maxine XXOO