Randie woke on Sunday morning to someone pounding on her door. Had she overslept? Had Gram fallen? She whipped on her robe and rushed to the door.
Kelli stood in the apartment building’s hallway, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh my god, what’s happened?” Randie tugged her friend inside her tiny foyer. Once inside, the tears escalated to sobs. Kelli’s shoulders shook with each one. “Kelli, talk to me. What the heck happened?”
Kelli pulled a section of the newspaper out from under her arm and pushed it in front of Randie’s face. “Curtis!”
Randie’s stomach clenched when she saw the picture of Curtis beside a woman who looked so perfect, she might have been airbrushed. She was smiling a dazzling smile. They were announcing their engagement. The woman had a last name that everyone in Willow Creek knew. Her father owned a construction company that built half of the projects in the entire area. Curtis was marrying big money.
“We’re not even divorced yet!” Kelli fumed. “The bastard was probably sleeping with her while we were still together.”
Randie didn’t doubt that. “If you had big bucks, he’d still be with you. Thank heavens you don’t, and the leach can suck the life out of someone else.” She padded to her narrow galley kitchen and turned on the coffee pot.
“Forget coffee. Do have any wine?” Kelli opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. She poured herself a glass.
“It’s a little early.”
“I read this an hour ago and had to wait for you to wake up before I could vent.” Kelli took a long gulp.
Randie didn’t point out that she’d been happily sleeping before Kelli hammered on her door. She could understand why her friend was upset, though.
Kelli carried the bottle of wine to the living room and slumped on the couch. “Everything about my marriage was a lie. I thought I’d know if he was cheating on me, but obviously not.”
Randie shrugged. “Miss Rich Girl can’t be any better than he is. She had to know he was married and didn’t care. I mean, they can’t even wait for the divorce to be final before they pick a date to trot down the aisle.”
Kelli thought about that. “I guess men don’t win the award for scumbags. Women can qualify, too.”
“Curtis has to know you’ll see this. It should give you some leverage. He’s going to want a divorce as soon as possible now.”
Kelli raised an eyebrow. “I wonder if my lawyer can use this to get me a better settlement.”
“Now you’re thinking. Maybe this time, you can turn the screws.”
Kelli finished her glass of wine and didn’t pour a new one. The tears disappeared and anger glinted in her eyes. “If I ever think I want another man in my life, you have to swear to me that you’ll forbid it if I pick another loser.”
“I’ll do my best, but you’re an adult. I don’t have power of attorney over you.”
Kelli smiled. “You did try to warn me off Curtis.”
“Next time, I’ll listen.”
Randie went to pour them each a mug of coffee. She came back and raised hers to Kelli in a toast. “May Curtis and Rich Girl deserve each other.”
Kelli laughed and clinked mugs with her. She looked at the clock. “Sorry I barged in here so early.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
“Want to do something today?”
Nothing opened until noon on Sundays. “Want to watch a couple chick flicks and then go for lunch?” She put a hand to her hair. It was going in all directions. “I’ll skip a shower, but I have to tame this mess.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. What have you got?”
They decided on two old Meg Ryan movies--French Kiss and Addicted to Love. Meg Ryan had an attitude in both of them, gave the men a hard time. Randie usually read the paper on Sundays and watched Face the Nation, but the world would survive if she goofed off this morning and didn’t keep track of current events. She’d bought croissants for breakfast and brought them to the living room. It was fun indulging in movies and extra calories with Kelli.
When the movies ended, she got dressed, sprayed her wild hair and ran a brush through it, then she and Kelli went in search of a Cobb salad for lunch. They were still in the mood to play, so went to the book store to browse for another hour. Randie loved mysteries, but Kelli had a thing for urban fantasy and Mark Lawrence. Randie picked a new author to try, then wandered over to the cookbook section of the store while Kelli continued browsing,
What had Lucas told Jordy and Beth? That they had to choose between burgers, hot dogs, chicken tenders, or spaghetti? Randie found herself skimming through pages of the Pioneer Woman’s easy suppers book. Ree Drummond had kids. She knew how to cook for them and her cowboy husband. Surely, these recipes would please Jordy and Beth . . . and Lucas.
It was a stupid, whimsical idea, but she bought the book.