Page 5 of Second Chance Husband

So I did another shot with her, and then went to dance with her friends before moving on to another group.

There was nothing like a women’s bathroom at a club. You made the best friends there.

I kept dancing, ignoring my phone, and decided I would have one more drink and head home. See? I was being responsible.

Of course, the room kept spinning just a little bit even though I had quit spinning. So when I tripped over my feet, I wasn’t surprised.

I expected the floor to reach me quickly, and I would probably bruise my ego as well as my body along the way. I wasn’t expecting to fall into a hard chest, or to keep going until he was forced to catch me completely.

And I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to look up into those familiar gray-blue eyes.

And there he was, my ex-husband.

No, not the one I had divorced today.

The one who had branded my soul, and my name.

August Cassidy looked down at me, eyes wide before they narrowed in anger.

Oh, I knew that look well.

It seemed I couldn’t escape my past. Not even this new me.

Well, if hell was going to open up and take me, they might as well do that while I was in August’s arms.

Because I still loved this damn man. At least part of me.

It might as well be him that I threw up on because I’d had too much to drink.

Reunions were always far too sweet for either of us.

Chapter Two

August

As Paisley fell into my arms, I had to wonder exactly how I had gotten there.

Then again, this seemed my lot in life. The one time I left my house to go on a date and enjoy myself, life literally fell into my hands. The memory I couldn’t escape blinked up at me, wondering what the hell it had missed.

And of all the bars in Colorado, of all the honky-tonks I could have gone to, of course my ex-wife had to be in this one.

The sarcasm slid through me quickly, even as I wrapped my arms around Paisley’s shoulders and side, keeping her close to me before she could hit her head on the floor.

I wasn’t about to let her get a concussion because I let her fall to the ground.

Of course, at the time when I had been angry over the world and had seen her again for the first time after so many years of not wanting to, maybe I would have been a little slower to catch her.

No, that was a damn lie.

Because the only person that was going to hurt Paisley…was me. And that was only emotionally. I would never actually let anything touch her.

Including the goddamn floor.

“Paisley?” I asked, pulling her up so she stood in front of me, blinking slowly.

“Oh. It’s you. That sounds about right. Of course it’s you.”

Dakota moved forward, placing her hand on my arm—her soft curves pressed against my side.

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