“She’s not your wife,” Ham grunted.
Uh-oh.
Shocking the crap out of me, Greg, with narrowed eyes and anger contorting his face, instantly fired back at Ham, “She’ll always be my wife.”
I went still. The table went still. I fancied the restaurant went still as I was pretty certain I watched ice form in a thick layer, crackling and groaning all around Ham.
“Well shit.” His words were sarcastic but that didn’t mean they weren’t dripping icicles. “See I’m in a position to apologize since I f**ked your wife against the wall before we left to come here.”
This was when I plonked my head on the table again.
“Oh my,” Nina breathed as she glanced at Max. “We haven’t done that in a while, darling. We should do that again.”
“Gross,” Kami said.
“Foul,” Aunt Dahlia snapped.
“I’m never comin’ to The Rooster again,” Max declared.
“Maybe we should take this outside,” Greg suggested, and at the thought of Greg, five-nine and not having worked out since high school football, going up against Bruiser Ham, my head shot up.
“Stop it,” I whispered and I felt all eyes come to me but I was looking at Greg. “This was gonna happen, either for you or for me. It was always gonna be unpleasant. I cannot fathom why you’d make it more so,” I told him.
He knew what I meant. His face blanched, his eyes went contrite, but I looked at Aunt Dahlia.
“I’m never calling my father. I have nothing to say to him and he has nothing to say that I want to hear. You also don’t have anything to say that I want to hear. I can’t imagine after all that went down nearly a decade ago how you’d have the gall to walk up to my table, badmouth my man, and be all-around nasty but you did it. You did it well. Congratulations. Now, please, go away.”
She sniffed, opened her mouth to say something, but I quickly looked to Ham.
“Please, darlin’, sit down. They don’t exist. This is our night. We’re enjoyin’ it with friends. Let’s get back to doin’ that.”
Ham hesitated a beat before he slid in beside me.
I looked at Kami.
“Thanks for comin’ to my rescue but it’s all good now.”
Kami didn’t move, crossed her arms on her chest, and glared at Aunt Dahlia.
Aunt Dahlia shot her a look that only a shield of orneriness as world-class as Kami’s could save her from bursting into flames and then Aunt Dahlia flounced off.
“Zara—” Greg started. Ham tensed beside me and I quickly looked to Greg.
“Please, don’t. I’ll call you later,” I said quietly.
He looked to me, avoided all other eyes, and took off.
“Nina, Max, always a blast,” Kami said to her brother and sister-in-law. “Guy I don’t know, you treat her like shit, I slash your tires,” she said to Ham. “Zara, later,” she said to me, and then she sauntered away.
“All right now?” the suited manager asked.
“Yes, no thanks to you,” Nina answered on a snap.
“I’ll have complimentary drinks sent to your table,” he muttered, backing away.
“That will be good… to start,” Nina returned.
He disappeared.
I took in a deep breath.
Ham curled an arm around me and pulled me into his side.
“You okay, cookie?” he asked.
I tipped my head back to look at him.
“How are you with grilling steak?” I asked.
“You know the answer to that,” he answered.
I did. He was the master. Outside grill. Fried in butter in a skillet. Broiled. You name it, he did it, and well.
“Next time, we eat in,” I told him.
He grinned.
“Cookie. I like that,” Nina murmured.
I looked to her and she smiled.
I relaxed into Ham’s side.
His arm around me got tighter.
The rest of the restaurant melted away.
Only then did I smile back at Nina.
* * *
We were in Ham’s bed, Ham on his back, me pressed to his side, my cheek to his shoulder, my hand resting on his chest.
I was exhausted. A day of a lot of great sex, good food, good drink, and, in the end, good company made me that way.
Nothing else happened after the incident with my aunt, Greg, and Kami, thank God, although I noticed that Max seemed a little standoffish with Ham but hid it behind his friendly Max ways. This melted after the appetizers and by the end of the night, luckily, everyone was getting on great and we had a good time.
But right then, as exhausted as I was, I knew sleep wouldn’t find me. There was too much on my mind. What Ham told me. How sad it was. How angry it made me feel that those women treated him that way, most especially his bitch of a wife. The fact that we’d been interrupted and I was worried there was more. Greg on the whole and what I was going to do about him.
But mostly, my aunt.
I would know that Ham also had things on his mind when he rumbled into the dark, “Somethin’s gotta be done about that ex of yours, cookie.”
I pressed closer and promised, “I’ll talk to him.”
“That is not gonna happen.”
His words surprised me so much I lifted my head and looked down at him in the dark.
“What?”
“I’ll have words with that f**kwit.”
I felt my body get tight. “Babe, he’s not a f**kwit.”
“Called you his wife. Got in my face,” Ham laid out the evidence.
“See it from his perspective,” I urged.
“Got in your face while you were at work.”
He did do that, though I wouldn’t call it “getting in my face.”
However, it must be said. The evidence was pretty damning.
“He didn’t wanna let me go,” I whispered.
“Well, he did. Papers signed. Months passed. It’s done. He needs to get the f**k over it and I’m gonna communicate that to him. You are not.”
“I think it’s best if I—”
I shut my mouth when he declared, “I stepped aside for him.”
Yes, actually, he did.
Ham kept talking.
And, in doing so, melting my heart.
“Didn’t want to do it, hated f**kin’ doin’ it, hated losin’ you for three years, but I did it. For you. For you to have him. So that means for him to have you. I wasn’t in the place to give you what you needed then but if I was, you made it plain, I coulda made things not so f**kin’ easy for him. I didn’t. Now you’re mine. He needs to back the f**k off.”