Page 57 of Worth the Vow

“You think so?” she whispers, a hint of a smile gracing her beautiful face.

I nod. “I’d give you everything, if I could.”

I see the flicker of pain in the depths of her eyes a split second before she turns her body away from me, breaking our connection. “I’d like to leave now. You can go home. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I can stay. Or go to Matt’s with you. I haven’t seen them in a few months.”

Kate sits up, dropping her feet to the floor. “It’s okay. I’m sure you have more important things to do. Who has the kids, your parents?”

“They’re having a movie night. My mom was thrilled to have them for the night.”

“Go home, then. Enjoy a night alone in your house.”

“Our house,” I correct.

“Hmm?”

“Our house, Katharine. It’s ours. Not mine.”

“I’m not on the mortgage.”

“I can easily change that.” It’s probably not easy. Thankfully, I never put Savannah on the deed.

“Okay, whatever. Go home, Dominic.”

“Do you not want me here?” I blurt out, horrified at my own insecurity showing. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go home without her.

What the hell is happening right now?

Kate

“Do you not want me here?” Dominic asks, an uncertainty in his voice I rarely hear. I look at him and find a nervousness in his gaze.

“I’m giving you an out, Dominic. You did the husband thing. You came down here, you found me. I’m okay. You get a gold star. You don’t have to feel obligated to stay.”

“You didn’t answer me, Katharine. Do you want me to leave?” He leans toward me, and my eyes drop to look at his lips.

“I said you can leave.”

“But you didn’t tell me that you wanted me to leave. Answer the question, Katharine.” His pupils have blown wide open.

I suddenly remember something. “Did you call me baby earlier?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to. Are you not a fan of pet names?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I’ve never been called anything before.”

He reaches up and winds a lock of my hair around his finger. “I’ve never called anyone a pet name before.”

“Not even Savannah?”

“No. In fact, I don’t even think I referred to her as my wife when talking about her,” he muses. Really? He calls me his wife all the time. “Does it bother you?”

“You calling me baby, or your wife?” I ask, causing him to smirk.

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