Page 116 of Succeeding Love
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Why the fuck would Mindy randomly show up at my house? What business did she have with my mom? Mom knows what she did to me. Mom knew how badly it hurt and how much of a bitch Mindy was during the divorce.
Except… Mom is confused more than she’s not lately.
Fuck.
“I’d hurry, Vin. Seriously. I don’t know what the heck is going on with you and mom, but I have never seen her more pissed than I did just a second ago.”
My foot went heavy on the gas. “I’m flooring it. Be there soon.”
I tossed my phone to the passenger seat as I broke several laws racing to get home. It was still about twenty minutes before I pulled into our neighborhood, and I was in a full panic by then.
Lynn knew it was Mindy. That means they talked. I haven’t talked to my ex since the divorce was completed, so I do not know how that conversation would have gone.
When I pulled onto my street, I noticed a coupe outside my house on the street that I didn’t recognize. I also noticed Lynn’s garage was open, but her car was gone. Instead, Preston was there, looking exhausted.
Instead of parking at my house, I pulled into his driveway.
“Your mom’s not here?”
His lips thinned, and he shook his head.
Fuck.
“Groceries are in the trunk.” I tossed him the keys. “I’ll be right back.”
I’d worry about Lynn and where she disappeared to this time. The second I’m done figuring out what the hell my ex is doing in my house before kicking her out.
I pushed open the front door with more force than I intended. The wood rattled angrily after banging against the wall behind it.
“Oh!” Mom pressed her hand to her chest. “Kevin! You scared me!”
I didn’t spare mom a glance. I was busy glaring at Mindy, my fucking ex-wife, sitting on the couch like she owned the damn place. She was older. That was for sure. She was a lot blonder than I remember and had that fake mask that older women get when they get work done to hang onto their youth.
Seeing her there, knowing she somehow pissed my Lynn off more than she already was, made my blood boil.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I sneered through gritted teeth.
The corner of her lips lifted in an amused smirk. “Hello to you too.”
I was on the verge of snapping. “I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”
“What about some coffee?” Mindy pointed to the steaming cups sitting on the coffee table. “Your mom just made a pot.”
“I asked you a question.” I slammed my hand on the wall. “What the hell are you doing in my fucking house?!”
“Kevin?!” Mom’s eyes widened. “What has gotten into you?”
“Me?!” I waved my hands angrily at my ex. “Why the hell is she here?”
“Kevin,” Mom tilted her head in disapproval. “I know you two fought last night, but that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend. You said yourself you wanted to-”
“Wait.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t believe this. “Mom, tell me you didn’t….”
“Didn’t what?” Mom was fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. “Kevin, I don’t understand.”
“I know,” I rasped. “I know you don’t understand, mom. I know!” I was so angry, so frustrated, I felt like I was about to blow.