Page 38 of Crossroads of Love

Ijust had really amazing hot sex with my late husband's brother, and I don’t know how to feel about it.

That’s a lie.I forgot how amazing it feels to be in his arms, how he just feels like home to me.

I’ve never been self-conscious around him. The way he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world for him is intoxicating and overwhelming at the same time.

I leave him in the pantry as I walk outside to assess the damage. I look around at the farm and say a silent prayer, grateful that it looks relatively unharmed. Shingles litter the yard, and trees are down, but the house and barns remain standing.

I can only hope that my house and town didn’t get any extensive damage.

I’m shaking as I walk quickly to my car, but it has nothing to do with the storm and its aftermath.

It has everything to do with how thoroughly that man just fucked me.And, of course, how quickly all my emotions are coming at me right now.

“Where are you going?” he calls after me.

I can’t turn around. I need to put as much distance between us as possible.

Don’t tell him you love him.Don’t do it!

“Into town. I have to make sure Jayla and the town are okay. Someone could need me.”

His face is blank as he stares back at me. I climb into my blue Ford Bronco, start it, and quickly pull out of the driveway before I can run back and jump into his arms.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

Shit, did I really have amazing hot sex with that man while there was a tornado raging outside?

It was because I feared for my life…that would make me do crazy, illogical things based on adrenaline.

Yup, that’s it.

I pull over on the side of the road, far enough away from the farm so Gavin won’t be able to see me.

I grip the steering wheel tightly as I close my eyes and try to pull myself together.

I just had sex with my dead husband’s brother. My ex and, let’s be honest, the one who got away.

Tears fall down my cheeks. As I focus on controlling my breathing and keeping myself from having a panic attack, the guilt hits me hard as my feelings for Gavin come bubbling over.

Was I a horrible wife because I lied to myself and hid my feelings for Gavin all this time? Did I deserve to be cheated on?

I shake my head and let out a long groan.

I didn’t deserve any of the shit that man put me through.

The truth is, Gavin always treated me like a queen. Had I taken a step back that day when he referred to me as a fuckbuddy, I probably would have realized how off brand it was for him.

Gavin Wells didn’t do casual, and he had too much respect for a woman to really call her a fuck buddy, especially me.

Had I not been so hurt and scared at the time, maybe I could have had an entirely different life these past eighteen years.

The short drive is longer than normal as I have to skirt around downed trees and rising creeks. Thankfully, the damage isn’t extensive as I drive into town. I go straight to the high school.

“Principal Dane!” I call out as the older man walks around outside.

“Mayor Marshall, how lovely to see you.” He grins. “Thanks for checking on us. Seems to be minimal damage, and everyone is safe and accounted for, even Jayla.”

“That obvious, huh?”

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