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“Christiane,” he replied. Her gaze shifted toward me and with it, her smile dimmed. “And my dear new friend! I didn’t catch your name.” She glanced back at Noah, saying, “We met in the little girls’ room. Just now.” His fingers flexed on my waist, his beard bristly as it passed over the shell of my ear. “It doesn’t sound like you met if you don’t know her name.”
I shifted, putting a bit of distance between us before this situation turned sour and Shay had to force me off her. But she trapped my hand on her waist, saying, “Don’t go anywhere. Don’t stop. Not yet.” Okay. Great. I’d suffer while hearing that in my head and imagining the scent of her hair for the rest of eternity. Outstanding.
“How does she have two proposals under her belt and I can’t get a good morning text?” Emme muttered.
“Bodies are extremely temporary and they’re the least interesting things about us. They carry us around while we’re on this earth and there’s nothing more I can ask from my body than that. I certainly wouldn’t spend any time worrying about the size or shape of anyone else’s body. Not when I could care about their heart and their mind instead.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t have a single clue what you’re trying to do here but I know you need to stop spending all your time wondering what you did wrong when these half-assed people leave you. Stop giving yourself to people who have no hope of ever playing on your level. Stop chasing people who don’t know how to show up for you. It’s a waste of your time and so are they. Let them go. Let the door hit them on the ass on the way out. They’re the ones who fucked up. Not you.”
Don’t mourn the loss of people who don’t deserve you.”
I tossed her on the bed and pinned my hands on either side of her head. Leaning in close, I said, “Allow me to make myself clear. I don’t give a pickled fuck how or why we came to be married. You are my wife. If you need some fun, you’ll call me. I’ll be the one taking care of you. I’ll give you anything you want, including a properly prepared gin and tonic. If you can’t accept that, you’re welcome to divorce me now.”
“It was Gennie’s idea.” When in doubt, throw the kid in front of the problem. Excellent distraction; worked every time.
Family didn’t stop at birthday cakes and fake marriages to save the farm. Family showed up when you went out to a bar with the wrong crowd. Family hollered at you about walking alone at night. Family cared even when it was really inconvenient.
“Just because I can plow through by myself doesn’t mean I want to,” I said. “Fuck, Shay. Let me need you, okay?”
“I planned the perfect wedding once. I did everything right. Every last inch of it. But a perfect wedding does not translate to a perfect marriage—or even a good, healthy marriage.”
