My Best Friend's Ex (Daring Divorcees)

By: Shannyn Schroeder

Chapter One

Trevor Booth brushed the rain from his hair as he walked into Sunny’s Diner to meet his friends. While they didn’t go to the divorce support group anymore, they still routinely met for coffee. His phone buzzed again. His ex, Lisa. It was her third text of the morning.

He stared at the screen as he neared the table.

“What’s got you looking so serious?” Nina asked.

He glanced up before pulling a chair out to sit. Lisa wanted him to talk to their son.


“Huh?” He looked up again to find both Nina and Tess staring at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lisa has been texting me since I got in the truck. Evan’s acting up, and she wants me to talk to him.”

“That’s good, right? That she’s asking for you to step in,” Tess said.

“I suppose.” He’d been feeling distant from his kids lately, but it was normal. They were teenagers, and they lived with Lisa. His weekend visitation had been hit-or-miss. Part of him had wanted a more active role in their lives, though. This was his chance.

He glanced around to wave the waitress over to fill his coffee cup.

“What’s Evan doing?” Nina asked.

“I don’t really know. She said that he goes out without telling her where he is, and when she asks, he gets confrontational. They’ve been fighting a lot.”

His phone buzzed again.

Evan gets out of school at 3:30 if you want to pick him up.

Trevor sighed. Nothing like having his ex-wife passive-aggressively suggest how and when he should talk to Evan. He texted Lisa back to let her know he was working until five, but he’d call Evan and make plans for dinner.

You could leave work early. You’re the boss.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. And a conversation with Evan can wait a couple more hours.

For sure today, though. Right?

I promise. He figured that would appease her, because she knew he made it a point to always follow through on a promise. Lightning cracked outside. Rain pelted the plate glass windows of the diner, and he was glad his crew was working on an indoor job today.

Thank you. I appreciate it. I’m at my wit’s end with him.

I’ll see what I can do.

The waitress filled his cup, and he took a gulp. Then he turned his attention to the conversations going on around him. Tess was telling everyone about a weekend trip she and her boyfriend had taken with the kids to a water park.

Nina set her cup down. “Okay. Time for the rest of you to give us an update on the dating front.”

A collective groan rumbled across the table. It had been months since Nina had issued a challenge to all of them to get back into the dating game. She passed a small flyer to each of them except Tess. “There’s a singles mixer at this jazz club. I think we should all go.”

Trevor read the flyer. He had no desire to meet a woman at a bar. He avoided even stepping foot in a bar. One of the perks of being a recovering alcoholic.

“There’s not a drink minimum or anything,” Nina said. Even though everyone in their group knew he was an alcoholic, it had always been Nina who was his biggest supporter.

“Even if I’m not expected to drink, picking up a woman in a bar isn’t a good idea for me.” He was fine being around people who drank. After being in AA for more than seven years, since a year after his divorce, he could function in most situations. He tended to use his alcoholism as a crutch to avoid interacting with people. He knew he did it, was aware it wasn’t healthy, but as his sponsor often pointed out, he was a work in progress.

“I’m in,” Evelyn said. She nudged Owen’s elbow. “Let’s do this.”

They were best friends, having been a part of the divorce support group before the rest of them joined.

“Only if you come in separate cars and don’t hang all over each other,” Nina said.

“What are you talking about?” Owen asked.

Nina rolled her eyes. “How are you supposed to meet someone new if everyone thinks you’re a couple?”

“No one thinks that.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she countered. “Are any of you going to see Gabe soon?”

Evelyn laughed. “Why? You know he won’t come with us.”