My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

if you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.”

“You know, sometimes I wish I didn’t live on Kingston Lane,” he says softly. “You do?” I frown. “How come?” “Because then . . . we wouldn’t be friends.” My eyes search his. “And . . .” He pulls my spaghetti strap back up onto my shoulder. “And what?” I whisper. “And . . . we could have just met as strangers.” Everyone else in the street disappears as we stare at each other. “And I would have asked for your number.”

Because it’s her . . . and because she’s the only one who makes me feel like this.

I hesitate before I answer. Wait a minute . . . “Are we together?” “Yes. We’re together,” he snaps. “Oh . . .” I think on this for a moment. “Are we not having a conversation about this?” “This is the conversation.”

Funny thing is that it’s not even bad memories of my marriage anymore. This is the house that cost me Blake. The love of my life.