Is he doing it on purpose? Is he trying to make me jealous? Because it’s not working.

Cam reaches over and wipes something off his date’s lip, and I have to fight the urge to go over there.

This is ridiculous.

“So, you’re telling me that you have no intention to better yourself?”

I turn my attention back to my date and narrow my eyes at him as I feel my Irish temper starting to heat up.

“What do you do, Derek?”

“I’m a banker.”

“Ah, so you just sit around and count other people’s money all day.”

His jaw tightens. “No, I open accounts and help people with loan applications.”

“Groundbreaking.” I slather a fry with ketchup and pop it into my mouth. “What are your aspirations?”

Cameron laughs again, and my stomach lurches, so I take another big bite of my burger.

“I’ll eventually move up in the bank, and I’d like a family. A wife who also has a strong work ethic in an acceptable career. A couple of children. A home.”

“If your wife is working her ass off in an acceptable career, who’s taking care of the kids?”

“You notice I said, ‘a strong work ethic.’ She’ll be able to handle it.”

I nod and watch as Cam pays his check,—I guess they only wanted coffee?—and they walk out.

“I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be that wife,” I say and finish my burger.

“I don’t know, you’re pretty enough. I’m sure you could take business courses or something and work in an office.”

“Here’s a little something about me, Derek.” I crook my finger as if I want him to get closer so I can tell him a secret. “I was married to an asshole once already. I won’t be making that mistake again. I hope you don’t find some poor girl that you can control and mold into your idea of the perfect wife.”

I toss a twenty on the table because I’ll be damned if this man will pay for my dinner, and then I stand and, without a look back, stroll out of the restaurant.

I walk toward home. It’s not far, and the weather cleared after our huge storm yesterday, leaving the air cool but not unpleasant.

Not to mention, my car wouldn’t start again.

I’ve had that car for years. Joey bought it, and he was horrible about getting it serviced. He always claimed to forget, but the truth is, he just didn’t care. I got stranded more than once, always to the dismay of my family, who had to come and get me. Not because they minded helping me out, but because my husband was a big jerk who didn’t take care of me.