Girls' Guide to Flirting with Danger by Kimberly Lang Page A

the one with vocabulary problems.”
    â€œAnd I think a wife would be happy her husband had been offered such a plum job after so many years of eating Ramen noodles and scrimping to pay the rent. I wasn’t asking you to move to Cambodia, for God’s sake. It’s not like you couldn’t have gone to school here in Chicago. And, hey, look where you ended up anyway.”
    â€œAnd you’re still missing the point, Dev. I moved for you so you could go to law school—losing credits and pushing my graduation back—because you promised you’d do thesame for me. But when the time came, I was supposed to walk away from my plans and dreams in favor of yours.”
    â€œAnd the obvious solution to a disagreement about jobs is, of course, divorce. I’m surprised you’re allowed to counsel couples at all considering how quickly you found a divorce lawyer.” The bitterness was back, surprising him with its intensity, but he had no reason to hide it now.
    â€œOh, grow up, Devin.” Megan was good and mad now, and it was a completely different attitude and posture than he remembered. The pissy-pixie was gone, as was the big teary-eyed guilt-tripping he remembered. Somewhere along the line she’d found a steel backbone that had her in his face. “It was never just about your job or my school or anything else. It was the fact you were too freaking selfish to realize my plans should have any relevance in the discussion. I couldn’t stay married to someone who could so blithely disregard me and my dreams….”
    â€œI’m the selfish one? Listen to yourself—everything coming out of your mouth is ‘me, me, me.’ That much hasn’t changed about you. It’s still all about you. Hell, this whole situation is practically a rerun. You don’t like something, so you come to me and expect me to fix it.”
    â€œSon of a—” Megan bit the words off and took a deep breath. “Yes, I freely admit I was young and immature when we got married, and I probably did rely on you way too much. But I had to grow up pretty damn fast after I moved out.”
    â€œYou moved out because you wanted to go to Albany and I wanted to go to Chicago. And instead of looking for a solution, you filed for divorce.”
    â€œHad you come to me and asked me to move to Chicago, I’d have done it in a heartbeat because I lov—” She caught herself and cleared her throat. “I would’ve moved to Chicago for you. Rearranged my life again. But you didn’task. You just expected, and you went all sexist caveman when I didn’t just roll over and do it.”
    â€œI thought your major was psychology, not revisionist history. How convenient for you.”
    Megan’s eyes widened, and the flush coloring her cheeks and neck darkened. “Excuse me?”
    â€œYou’ve convinced yourself it was all my fault. I was the big fat jerk and you were the poor innocent victim.”
    Her jaw dropped and she quickly snapped it shut. “Stop. Just stop.” The words barely escaped the hardened line of her lips. “I swear, Dev…”
    Megan seemed to catch herself at that moment. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she did it again. When she opened her eyes and spoke, she seemed calmer. “Good Lord, I can’t believe we’re rehashing this. It’s not beneficial to either of us. And it’s certainly not healthy. We’re way off topic.” The angry crease in her forehead smoothed out and she sat.
    The absurdity of the situation finally filtered through the adrenaline Megan caused to rush through his brain and body. “Agreed.” They’d moved from spinning the media to spinning their wheels about the past. “If the APA or the Bar Association had witnessed that, they’d pull both our licenses.”
    Megan shook her head. “And the sad thing is that I know