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“We’re mad at the guys,” Luna announced when I looked to her.
“I’m not mad at Javi,” I returned.
“The collective guys,” she amended. “Not one in particular.”
“Except Cap,” Raye put in. “I’m particularly mad at him.”
I wanted to know what was going on, but while Javi and I were essentially moving me into his townhome, I’d made some decisions.
Okay, so, backing up a bit, I was minorly freaking that Javi encouraged me to unpack at his place, giving me closet and drawer space and everything.
But I did.
At my place, I then repacked both cases and a workout duffle, all of the perishable food in my kitchen, some of the non-perishable stuff, my yoga mat and all my exercise stuff, my nutribullet and my blender. We’d lugged all that to his place (more full disclosure, Javi did most of the lugging, I’d been ordered to unpack, so I did).
And…yeah.
I was minorly freaking about this.
Again, I wanted to know what was going on with Raye and Cap, etc.
But I had bigger fish to fry.
Therefore, moving away from the door so Javi couldn’t overhear, I stated, “I want all the updates, but first, Javi’s dad showed last night.”
There were shocked sounds all around because everyone knew Javi’s dad was a rich deadbeat loser.
“You are joking,” Jessie said angrily.
“I am not,” I confirmed. “Apparently, he’s divorced his wife so she can no longer bust his hump about cheating on her when she was pregnant, doing it making another woman pregnant, and now he wants to, as Javi puts it, ‘play dad.’”
“Oh my God!” Jessie snapped. “What a colossal dick.”
“I know!” I cried and collapsed on our red sofa as all the girls gathered around. “So obviously, we have to do something about this.”
They all recoiled.
I got this. Sticking your nose in family business was rarely a smart thing go do. Sticking your nose into two alphas clashing about something important was courting a death wish.
But this was Javi.
This was my guy (yeah, I’d made that official in my head too).
So we had to do something.
“What are we gonna do about it?” Luna asked cautiously.
“Track him down and make him promise to lay off Javi,” I answered. “I told him last night, he needs to let Javi reach out when…and if…he wants to. But Javi says he’s blowing up his phone, so even though his dad left, I’m not sure he was listening to me.”
“You talked to the guy?” Raye inquired.
I nodded. “Javi was losing it, so I got between them. And by the way, Javi looks just like his dad, except his dad is blond.”
“I can’t envision it,” Shanti said.
“I can. I Googled him,” Luna said. “He was a heartbreaker back in the day, no pun intended. He married an up-and-coming actress who supposedly quit her dream to be a wife and mother. Though, I looked at her filmography and it’s probably more she quit because she’s a shit actress and she found her meal ticket. Case in point, a few years ago, she tried to get a Real Housewives of the Valley of the Sun thing going, but it didn’t take off.”
My lip curled. “Gross.”