Max wasn’t smiling anymore.
And for the first time since he’d packed those suitcases, I wasn’t waiting for him to tell me what that meant about me.
“That’s not what I just heard.”
***
Back inside the reception, Edward picked up the trousers and started folding them into the box.
“What are you doing with those?” I asked.
“Taking them to the donation center.”
I looked at them once more.
“Good.”
“Taking them to the donation center.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m still mad at you,” I said.
“Fair.”
“You owe me.”
“Also fair.”
“Start by getting those pants out of my ex-husband’s wedding.”
“You owe me.”
Edward lifted the box.
“Best fake date you’ve ever had.”
“Only fake date I’ve ever had.”
