I don’t say anything at first.
I just stare at the broken glass on the marble floor, because there is no way Emmett is being serious about Lena being his ex-wife.
I grab a paper towel from the counter and decide to bend to pick up the pieces, but Roman stops me.
“Don’t f*****g move, Kara. You’ll hurt yourself,” He turns to glare at Emmett. “Nice going with the element of surprise.”
Emmett grimaces. “I—”
Roman heaves a sigh, stepping forward and walking around the counter to me, and then, in one quick motion, he picks me up by my waist and gently lets me down on the safer side. Right near Emmett.
The same man who has just claimed to be my best friend’s ex-husband.
Lena is my ex-wife.
The words replay over and over and over again in my head in that same exact arrangement.
I raise my
