“The lawyer is really good,” I say. And I add, because I know it will garner her respect: “He’s costing us a bundle.”

“You mean he’s costing you a bundle,” she corrects me, peering at me over the rim of her water glass.

“Sam and I don’t think about our money that way.”

She laughs. “Well, that suits him, doesn’t it?”

“Stop it. You know Sam doesn’t care about money.”

“Abby, everyone cares about money.”

I grit my teeth and scrunch up the napkin on my lap between my fingers. I’m not about to have a tantrum in this bistro, but it’s tempting.

“So,” my mother says, “tell me about this ‘wonderful’ lawyer Sam got for you.”

I pretend like I didn’t hear the scare quotes in her question. “He’s been a criminal lawyer for thirty years. He has an incredible trial record. Sam says he’s the best there is.”

My mother isn’t listening though. She’s distracted by something across the room. I follow her gaze to where an attractive man in a pin-striped business suit and red power tie is seated alone at a table for two, his eyes pinned on his smartphone.

“What do you think of him?” my mother asks.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “What do you mean?”

The man straightens out the collar of his pin-striped jacket. Brioni, I believe. Pricy. He lifts his eyes and catches me staring, and my cheeks grow warm. Before I can look away, he winks at me.

“He winked at you!” my mother cries triumphantly.

“So?”

“So you should go talk to him.”

I gape at her. “I’m not going to do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m married to another man?”

“Yes, well, it’s good to have a backup, isn’t it?”

I wish I could say this is the first time my mother has said something like that since Sam and I tied the knot. I don’t get it. And honestly, I’m sick of it.

“Why do you hate Sam so much?” I blurt out.

She blinks a few times, taken aback. “I don’t hate Sam.”

“Then why are you suggesting I date another man?”

My mother considers this question. She takes another sip from her water glass, still thinking it over. Finally, she says, “I always thought you could do better. You’re wealthy, you’re beautiful, and you have an amazing career. You could have had any man you wanted.”

“But I wanted him. And he’s been a great husband.”

“Has he?”

“He absolutely has.” I suppress the urge to pound my fist on the table. “And he got me a great lawyer. He’s going to help me fix this terrible mistake.”

“Well,” my mother says. “I hope you’re right.”

Chapter 32

“Fifteen years would be a gift, Abby.”