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“We like five foot one, maybe five two, dark-blond or light-brown-haired women who are wrapped in a towel in the middle of the yard and look at us like we’re the man of their dreams.”
“Damn you, Christopher,” I say, letting the licks of anger stemming from my ex-husband’s death burn for a moment.
“We’ll still do life together. We’ll just do it from different houses.” Christopher smiles at me with the same goofy grin Dylan used to wear. “You deserve a lover, someone to appreciate all the wild goodness you have to offer. This doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Gabs. It just means that there’s someone else out there who can love you better. And I love you enough to want that for you.”
WTF is that?!?!
“What’s there to understand? You came in here and talked to me like a grown man, so I’m reciprocating. There are a lot of grown-man things that need to be done around here. Let me know if you need to borrow any of my tools.”
“I love you, buddy. I’m here. I’ll always be here—on your team,” I say gently. “But please remember that I’m a person and I have feelings too. And the way you’ve been talking to me hurts. I don’t want to punish you and make your life harder, but I can’t let you think that your behavior is okay.”
He throws himself at me, pulling me in for the tightest hug. He buries his face in my shoulder and squeezes me. I hold the back of his head with one hand and hug him with the other. All the while, my heart breaks. Oh, my sweet boy.
Leave it to me to be attracted to two men who think I’m the wrong person.
But winding him up—watching the self-contained Jay Stetson start to lose his precious control—is fun.
“I was thinking how you’d sound bent over that wall while I nailed you from behind.”
“It was a business to her,” Della says. “She used her body as a tool, just like a CEO uses his brain.”
“She is. And every day we spend together, I hope there’s another one to follow. She says she wants to live again.” His smile fades into the shy grin that melts my heart. “But I didn’t even realize I wasn’t living until I met her.”
It was being married to a man who I thought had been the “perfect” husband, who didn’t want to fight for our marriage, that hurt. I wasn’t enough. And that he could let me go so easily.
He’s slowly opening my eyes, and heart, to the possibility that I might have been shortchanging myself all these years. He’s showing me that a man can be my friend and my lover. There can be a roomful of people, and he can see only me.
“Let me break this down into the simplest form. The way I see it, and I’m basically an expert in this arena—Peter needs to have sex to have a connection. You, on the other hand, need to have a connection to have sex.” Wow. That makes sense.
“I hope you have someone loving the shit out of you, Izzy Girl,” I whisper. “I hope someone is treating you like a princess.”
Am I nervous this is going to go terribly wrong? Or am I excited it might go terribly right?
“None of that matters because you’re right,” I say, my hand on the doorknob. “We need to stop this. Because I won’t fight for a man that won’t bother to fight for me.”
No matter what it takes, I’m going to fix this. I’m going to convince Gabrielle to take me back. It might have taken me a long time to get here, but I’m not going back. They are mine—all three of them. And I won’t let them go again.
“Because it’s not over for me. It can never be over. Because I love the hell out of you.”
