Hubert jogged into the yard carrying two bottles of red wine, a fawning grin plastered across his face.
Oscar's and Lola's eyes lit up instantly.
They hurried over with beaming smiles to take the bottles from him.
Doris switched expressions just as fast, her face melting into something impossibly sweet,
and she slipped right into Hubert's arms,
letting his hand slide back and forth along her waist
without a trace of the ‘shyness’ or ‘modesty’ she used to perform when she was with me.
Something sleazy flickered behind Hubert's eyes.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of Doris's backside,
then turned to her parents.
‘Mr. Pruitt, Mrs. Lambert—just a little something. Once I move up at Grand Horizon, I'll bring you the real stuff!’
Mid-sentence, his gaze landed on me.
He looked at the pickup parked outside, then at me standing there caked in grime, and his eyes filled with open contempt.
‘So you're Job Delgado?’
He made sure his voice carried, loud enough for the whole village to hear.
‘The broke loser who strung Dory along for five years?’
‘What are you doing at her house?’
‘A formal proposal.’
I answered him straight.
The words barely left my mouth before Hubert let out the most shameless, mocking laugh.
‘You? Rolling up in a beat-up pickup, dressed like that, and you have the nerve to come here with a proposal?’
He stepped closer, his bloated gut pressing into my chest.
‘I'm telling you—you don't deserve her.’
He patted down his ill-fitting suit and pointed at the secondhand Benz parked out front, God knows how many owners deep.
‘See that? I work at Grand Horizon! Dory's family's relocation apartments and their buyout compensation? I arranged all of it!’
‘Only a man with my kind of standing deserves to be with Dory!’
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
‘You arranged it?’
‘Damn right I did!’
Oscar jumped in before Hubert could say more,
‘He works at Grand Horizon. Makes over ten grand a month. He's tight with Director Finch—the one handling the whole village redevelopment. A broke kid like you couldn't catch up to him in your next life!’
The commotion had already drawn a crowd of onlookers outside the yard.
Hearing Oscar's words, they started buzzing among themselves.
‘The Pruitts landed a son-in-law like that? They're set for life!’
‘No kidding. That Delgado kid doesn't even deserve to carry the man's shoes!’
‘Better watch how we talk to Mr. Pruitt from now on. Can't be too casual anymore!’
‘The Delgado boy's not bad either……’
Clyde Lambert barely got the words out before someone beside him cut him off.
‘Keep it down, old man. Cross the Pruitts and see if you get a relocation apartment at all!’
Clyde shook his head helplessly, swallowed whatever he'd been about to say, and retreated to the back of the crowd.
The chatter only pumped Hubert up more.
He thumped his chest and kept going.
‘Once those relocation apartments come through, you're all invited to the wedding! Everyone who shows up gets a big cash gift from me!’
‘And the neighbors who've been good to us lately? I'll have the company let you pick the best apartments first, and I'll push to get your buyout compensation paid out early so you can all rest easy!’
Doris looked up at Hubert with nothing but worship and adoration in her eyes.
I swallowed down the churning in my stomach and turned to her, keeping my voice level.
‘Doris, since you've already made your choice, I wish you well. I hope you don't regret it.’
‘Regret?’
Doris leaned back into Hubert's arms, her gaze on me cold as frost.
