Jillian Chantal

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“Something I haven’t seen since middle school.” He snickered. “Two girls going at each other. Hair pulling and all.” He shook his head. “Craziness.”

“Oh Lord. Not really? A fight?” I let out a deep sigh. “She’s lost her mind. Unbelievable.”

“Pretty sure she’s got an arrest coming. Mel doesn’t put up with nonsense in his trattoria. Besides, it’s not really the way to land a husband, is it? If Annette really wanted to marry Levi she just blew that out of the water—if she had any chance at all. I mean the guy is all about the women. He just likes the female sex. He’s got a lot of women friends and a jealous lover is a complete turn off for any guy, much less one with a penchant for harmless flirtations.”

This was the most words I’d ever heard Marty string together at one time. “I agree. Levi has always been one to love the ladies. If he ever does settle down, it’ll have to be someone who has confidence in their own appeal and no insecurity when it comes to his ability to be faithful. I doubt such a person exists.”

“To be fair, I always thought you’d be the ideal mate for him. You’re steady and confident. And you can make him behave himself better than anyone.”

I held my hand up like a crossing guard. “God forbid. Button your lip.”

“Why not? He’s attractive, you’re attractive. What’s the downside?”

“Ha. I know way too much about him and have seen him at his absolute worst. There are things he did as a kid that I may never be able to get past.”

“Ahh.  So you have thought about it?”

“Absolutely not. No.” I pointed toward the parking lot. “My car’s over there. I’m going to get in it and forget we ever had this conversation.”

He laughed and turned the other way. “I’m over there. See you Tuesday for the next match.”

I stepped off the curb just in time to leap back as two police cruisers sped into the parking lot, lights and sirens blazing. Oh Annette. What have you done?