“You’re kidding. Is he still doing petty thefts?”

“Nope.” I laugh. “Jody is a pastor, thank you very much.”

“What?” Adam’s mouth drops. “No way.”

“I know. I didn’t believe it either at first, but then he came in with his wife and their other son during meet-the-teacher and he invited me to his church. He’s really turned his life around.”

“Good for him.” Adam smiles, shaking his head. “I guess I have to forgive him for stealing three of my bikes.”

“He asked about you. He said he’d heard we’d gotten married.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he was tooting your horn until I told him we got a divorce and then I believe his exact words were ‘well, bless his heart for letting a woman like you go.’”

Adam takes a sip of his coffee and looks away.

“Like I said, I’m glad we’re not together anymore.”

“I’m not.” He meets my gaze again. “I’m not glad, okay? Every single day I wake up and go to bed wishing I could take it all back. Every single thing.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“What if I can? What if I told you I wanted another chance?”

“I’d tell you that you’re crazy.”

“About you, yes,” he says. “Two years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life. Let me make it right.”

“You can’t.”

“Of course I can.”

“You can’t, Adam. What’s done is done.”

“No. Don’t say that.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to say. You moved across the country, you took our dog, you didn’t even go to couples therapy with me when I asked, you just decided you were done and I was left to deal with my broken heart.”

“It seems like your broken heart didn’t last long. I saw the pictures of you with that footballer.”

“Which . . . Titus?” I laugh. “He’s a friend.”

“Didn’t look like that in the pictures.” Adam scowls.

“Oh, you want to go there? What about Cindy? Does she even know you’re having this conversation with me?”

Adam blushes and looks away again and the server gets here just in time to interrupt this portion of the conversation and sets our food down in front of us.

“May I have some hot sauce, please?” he asks. She reaches into her apron and sets down a small hot sauce. “Thanks.”

“So, Cindy,” I say again. I’ve never seen a picture of her but I hate her so much just knowing she’s been with him. Not that I would ever say that to him or anyone for that matter.

“Cindy and I are over.” He looks up at me as he sprinkles hot sauce on his eggs. “I broke it off.”

“Let me guess, she wanted kids?” I raise an eyebrow.

Adam flinches. “No. We never got into that conversation.”

“Lucky her.”