Page 184 of The Wife Situation

“Mmm. I’d fucking love that,” I tell her. “And it goes both ways?”

“Yes,” she says, popping her brow before she kisses me again.

“I’m thinking about you anyway,” I say.

“I love that for me,” she mutters.

I can see she’s grinning as her head rests back on me. My hand slides between her legs, and I wash her.

“I love that for you too,” I say as she sighs, grabbing my forearm. “So fucking needy all the time.”

“Only foryou,” she whispers, her breathing already ragged.

Leaving her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I had no choice.

After being in the air for sixteen hours, I made it to the morning meeting. While I had been in New York, nothing had changed; contracts continued to be negotiated, and no agreements had been made.

I do not wish my life away, but I want the days to pass quicker. It feels like a repetitive nightmare that never ends.

Each day, I’m forced to be “on” in a crowded room of a hundred people for eight to ten hours. Weston does most of the talking; he’s articulate, and he clearly communicates, and I welcome it because he’s the master of schmoozing. My magic happens when we go in for the deal.

While I’m here, I’m quiet; the only person I want to speak to is on the other side of the world. We have a six-hour time difference, and we’ve made it work, even if we’re both exhausted, counting down the minutes until we’ll see each other again.

This time away has made me realize how enamored I am with mywife.

Maybe that was the point.

I text her as Weston and I drive to the mining site to conduct another walk-through with our inspectors and geologists.

It’s almost nine in the morning in New York. She should just be waking up.

Easton

Thinking about you, pretty girl. Have a beautiful day.

Her text bubble pops up before I lock the screen.

My Wife

Perfect timing. I was about to FaceTime you.

My Wife

??

Easton

Give me ten minutes.

My Wife

Text me when you’re ready for the show. But hurry.

I try not to smirk, but it’s impossible when she sends me a picture of herself lying in bed, covering her perky nipples with her arm. Her eyes are closed, and she’s smiling, almost shy. I know better. She’s as cute as a tiger and ferocious as one too.

My brother shakes his head and rolls his eyes. I’m sure I’m as annoying to be around as he was when he first met Lena. He’s intolerable when he’s in love. Apparently, I am too.

“What’s up with you?” I finally ask.

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