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Heartburn?
Hell, I could be sleeping in the bathtub with the door closed and she’d still be too close.
Her words were sad, but her voice was so sweet I could listen to it forever. “This beats counting sheep.”
“It does matter. I’m not playing this game with you anymore.” My frustration morphed into anger, turning my words into blades. “If this is business, we’ll treat it as such. We’ll produce an heir, smile for the cameras in public, and live our lives separately in private. That’s it.”
“Then why do you care? Why did you punch Heath when you were the one who told me to leave our feelings out of this?”
“We’re only together because of a deal you made with my father. What’s it to you if my ex shows back up in my life? You know the wedding would move forward either way,” I said. “Are you afraid I’ll break the engagement? Run off with Heath and leave you looking like a fool in front of your friends? Why do you care?”
Like they were a conqueror hellbent on breaching my defenses. Like they were trapped in the desert and I was their last hope for salvation.
“Clean up your mess first, Vivian,” he said calmly.
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
Her body fit mine the way the ocean hugged the shore—naturally, effortlessly, perfectly.
My sobs remained silent, felt but unheard.
My heart threatened to explode from my chest. “The father I knew would’ve never done this.”
The words touched my skin, cold and unfeeling. A shiver skated down my spine.
The invisible monster I’d feared since childhood, laid out like a gruesome corpse of the relationship we used to have.
“You say you miss me now, but the feeling will pass. You’re Dante Russo. You can have anyone.” A waver rippled beneath her voice. “You don’t need me.”
Absolution. It was a pivotal moment disguised as an inconsequential one and condensed into one word.
