Page 93 of Lock 'em Down

“Okay,” I say.

Levi stands from the table and holds out his arms. I stand and give him a hug. And it’s the closure I needed. It’s full circle. Who would have thought Levi Rousell would have helped me find mental clarity? After all this time.

“Thanks, Levi.”

“Thank you, Cami. I’m glad I had the opportunity to make things right between us.”

“You headed home?” I ask.

“Heading to the airport now. This was just a detour.” He lifts his to-go coffee cup.

I snort. “Kismet.”

He nods. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” I sit back down and watch as he walks out of the Coffee Grid.

I sit for a long time and take even, deep breaths. I put my past to bed and feel like I can finally look to the future.

Reaching into my purse, I power on my phone. I need to call Leif. I need to apologize. I need to make fucking amends.

But when his stream of text messages appears on my screen, my heart leaps into my throat and panic rushes through my limbs.

Tennessee: I’m done. It’s over. My lawyer will contact you soon.

I grip my phone tightly and focus on breathing.

Leif has every right to be angry, but we’re not done.

Hell no. For us, this is just the beginning.

And now, it’s my turn to convince him.

Twenty-Four

Leif

For two days, I stew in silence.

My house feels fucking strange without Cami’s presence. I miss her silly bath bombs and the robe that used to hang on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I miss the scent of her perfume and even finding strands of her hair stuck to my T-shirts when I pull them from the drier.

Hell, I miss my wife.

Damien’s called. Jensen and King. Even Annie.

Dad’s texted. Mom’s left an alarming number of voice notes.

I’ve told everyone that I need a few days to myself.

Because of course, they saw the photos of Cami and Levi having coffee. Everyone in the fucking country has seen them and I’m the poor bastard whose wife dumped him for a rock god.

That cuts on a different level. Knowing that Cami left me in Honey Harbor to have a fucking latte with a man who left her drugged in a hotel room is a hit my ego can’t take.

And it hurts. It hurts to know I’m going to get a divorce. That I couldn’t make my marriage work. That I couldn’t convince Cami that we’re amazing together.

Because we are.

She made me feel rooted in a way no one has. She made the future I yearn for feel tangible. We changed my house into our home and with her, events—like weddings and time with friends—took on new meanings.

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