right side of her screen.
Adam Thomas: Made up your mind yet?
C hapte r S ix
Adam stared at the dialogue bubble for a few beats, wondering what Jenna was up to. He’d been mindlessly browsing Facebook for funny memes and photos of a buddy’s Yosemite climbing trip when the notification popped up that he had a friend request from Jenna.
Okay, that wasn’t entirely true.
The friend notification thing was true, but he hadn’t just been looking at quotes and pictures. He’d started out that way, but he’d found himself drawn by the temptation to steal a glance at his ex-wife’s page. He didn’t do it often. Hell, the last time was probably two years ago, and he’d clicked away feeling dirty and a little nauseated the instant her profile photo flashed up on his screen.
Besides, it wasn’t like she posted more than a few times a year. No point going there, not even out of morbid curiosity.
But something drew him to Mia’s page tonight. Maybe it was the forced proximity of working together, or the knowledge she’d gotten married and pregnant, though not necessarily in that order. Before he knew it, he was sitting there in his boxer shorts in a dark hotel room, skimming his ex’s Facebook page like some kind of creeper.
He hadn’t been Facebook friends with her for years, though he honestly couldn’t recall who’d pulled the unfriend trigger first. Maybe he had, the same day he’d changed his status from “married” to “single.”
Even so, he could see a few photos on her page, and several scattered posts other people had left on her wall.
Those were the ones that left a funny feeling in his gut.
“I heard the news from Jamie. Congrats, babe! Wishing you all the happiness in the world!”
That was a message for Mia from the wife of one of Adam’s old college buddies. Apparently she and Mia had remained Facebook friends. And why wouldn’t they? It’s not like a judge signed divorce papers and instantly reassigned all Facebook friends to their rightful owners. Besides, it was obvious neither woman spent much time on Facebook. Mia probably hadn’t seen the message at all.
“So happy for you! You deserve the best!”
Those words came from one of Mia’s high school classmates. She’d been a bridesmaid when Adam and Mia wed, clad in a frilly lavender dress and clutching a bouquet of daisies.
Adam stared at the words again, his fingers twitchy on the edge of his hotel pillow. You deserve the best.
Was she suggesting that’s not what Mia got the first time?
“Dude,” he said out loud, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “You’re being a dumbass. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
True enough. See, this was why cyber-stalking an ex was an idiotic idea. Lesson learned. Again.
He was just about to shut down Facebook entirely when the friend notification popped up. He had half a second of panic thinking it was Mia—that she’d figured out somehow he was snooping on her page.
He clicked on the little head and shoulders icon with a twinge of dread.
Friend request: Jenna McArthur.
A shiver of excitement ran through him, followed by a moment of confusion.
Really? That seemed odd. Jenna had been adamant about keeping their personal involvement a secret. Or hell, killing their personal involvement altogether. She was the one who insisted things needed to stay professional between them, right?
Then again, she was the one who kissed him in the porn booth. And on the roof. Kissed him hard and deep and with a passion that contradicted her insistence there was nothing between them but a professional tie.
Like hell, Adam thought, and hovered his cursor over the window showing Jenna’s friend request.
Confirm?
What did it mean that she’d sent him a friend request? Was it an olive branch of some sort, or a mistake?
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he told himself. “What is this, an after-school special on social media relationships?”
He clicked the damn icon.
Sorry, this request is
Adam Thomas: Made up your mind yet?
C hapte r S ix
Adam stared at the dialogue bubble for a few beats, wondering what Jenna was up to. He’d been mindlessly browsing Facebook for funny memes and photos of a buddy’s Yosemite climbing trip when the notification popped up that he had a friend request from Jenna.
Okay, that wasn’t entirely true.
The friend notification thing was true, but he hadn’t just been looking at quotes and pictures. He’d started out that way, but he’d found himself drawn by the temptation to steal a glance at his ex-wife’s page. He didn’t do it often. Hell, the last time was probably two years ago, and he’d clicked away feeling dirty and a little nauseated the instant her profile photo flashed up on his screen.
Besides, it wasn’t like she posted more than a few times a year. No point going there, not even out of morbid curiosity.
But something drew him to Mia’s page tonight. Maybe it was the forced proximity of working together, or the knowledge she’d gotten married and pregnant, though not necessarily in that order. Before he knew it, he was sitting there in his boxer shorts in a dark hotel room, skimming his ex’s Facebook page like some kind of creeper.
He hadn’t been Facebook friends with her for years, though he honestly couldn’t recall who’d pulled the unfriend trigger first. Maybe he had, the same day he’d changed his status from “married” to “single.”
Even so, he could see a few photos on her page, and several scattered posts other people had left on her wall.
Those were the ones that left a funny feeling in his gut.
“I heard the news from Jamie. Congrats, babe! Wishing you all the happiness in the world!”
That was a message for Mia from the wife of one of Adam’s old college buddies. Apparently she and Mia had remained Facebook friends. And why wouldn’t they? It’s not like a judge signed divorce papers and instantly reassigned all Facebook friends to their rightful owners. Besides, it was obvious neither woman spent much time on Facebook. Mia probably hadn’t seen the message at all.
“So happy for you! You deserve the best!”
Those words came from one of Mia’s high school classmates. She’d been a bridesmaid when Adam and Mia wed, clad in a frilly lavender dress and clutching a bouquet of daisies.
Adam stared at the words again, his fingers twitchy on the edge of his hotel pillow. You deserve the best.
Was she suggesting that’s not what Mia got the first time?
“Dude,” he said out loud, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “You’re being a dumbass. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
True enough. See, this was why cyber-stalking an ex was an idiotic idea. Lesson learned. Again.
He was just about to shut down Facebook entirely when the friend notification popped up. He had half a second of panic thinking it was Mia—that she’d figured out somehow he was snooping on her page.
He clicked on the little head and shoulders icon with a twinge of dread.
Friend request: Jenna McArthur.
A shiver of excitement ran through him, followed by a moment of confusion.
Really? That seemed odd. Jenna had been adamant about keeping their personal involvement a secret. Or hell, killing their personal involvement altogether. She was the one who insisted things needed to stay professional between them, right?
Then again, she was the one who kissed him in the porn booth. And on the roof. Kissed him hard and deep and with a passion that contradicted her insistence there was nothing between them but a professional tie.
Like hell, Adam thought, and hovered his cursor over the window showing Jenna’s friend request.
Confirm?
What did it mean that she’d sent him a friend request? Was it an olive branch of some sort, or a mistake?
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he told himself. “What is this, an after-school special on social media relationships?”
He clicked the damn icon.
Sorry, this request is
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