“No, I’m not. Right now I’m not interested in any kind of relationship with you, but if that’s what you want, then I’m telling you up front that I won’t even go out with you for coffee until you sign the papers,” he told her.

“That’s harsh. I’ve changed,” she declared.

“You’re married and yet you showed up asking me if I want to go to bed with you so you can get pregnant. Seems to me like you’ve changed, all right, but for the worse,” he said.

She pushed her cart around his. “Don’t judge me. You haven’t lived in my skin all my life.”

“I’m not judging. I’m stating facts. Now I’ve got somewhere I have to be this evening. And Rita, don’t come back until you’re ready to sign the papers. There’s nothing here for you without that, and nothing for you even with it,” he said.

Great advice, Mitzi. He paid out and had two bags of groceries in his hands when he saw Rita waiting outside the door. No sooner had he noticed her than he saw Mitzi coming straight toward them. She caught his eye and waved. He raised a hand with a bag still in it.

“So is this the new woman? Lord, Graham, she’s huge.” Rita’s expression said even more than her words.

“Kind of like our daughters, right?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Now I know I can get you back. No man in his right mind would ever take that lump of lard over me.” She giggled as she took a few steps forward and got into an SUV with a guy who was probably her husband.

Still reeling from what his ex had said, he grimaced. “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you tonight, Mitzi.”

“Had to get more flowers in case we need them for the show on Saturday. Was that Rita?”

“It was,” he said.

“She’s like a bad penny, isn’t she? Just keeps showing up,” Mitzi said.

“Seems that way, but I told her about the prenup thing. She’s not happy.” He could never tell Mitzi what Rita had said about her. Hopefully that would be the only secret he’d ever keep from her.

“I wouldn’t be happy, either,” Mitzi said. “Looking at it from her standpoint, she thought she had this all wrapped up with a pretty bow on the front.”

“Too bad.” Graham set a bag on the ground and laid a hand on Mitzi’s shoulder. “See you Sunday, if not before.”

“Lookin’ forward to it,” she said.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen