Page 170 of The Wife Situation

It’s the last stretch of road before we arrive. Soon after, we’ll be on a private jet, flying to the city.

“I was trying to figure out whenthishappened, when I …”

“Fell for me?” He chuckles. “I knew you werethe onethe first time our eyes locked.”

His admission has my pulse quickening. “I felt something too. Maybe we shifted timelines together.”

“It feels like that,” he says.

When we board, we’re giddy smiles and desperate kisses. We move to the executive seats in the middle of the plane and I take the window, as always.

The only proof we have of what happened lives in our minds. It’s sealed with truths and precious metals wrapped around our fingers.

“Did you know this would happen?” I ask, snuggled in his arms as the plane takes off.

“What’s that?” He meets my eyes.

I close the window blind and turn to him. “That I’d be eating out of your palm by the end of your vacation.”

He licks his fuckable lips. “Fourteen days is all it’s ever taken for someone to fall in love with me.”

My mouth falls open and I shake my head. “All of it was by design.”

I think about the length of time he’d date people—fourteen days.

“Yes, and this trip was a Trojan horse.” He laughs, kissing my forehead before brushing his nose against mine. “It’s just, this time, I fell too.”

“No.” I shake my head. “The difference is, you fellfirst. Andharder.”

“Fuck yes, I did,” he whispers, capturing my mouth. “And I’d do it again. Ten out of five.”

Could wereallyhave fallen inloveso quickly? When I look into his eyes, the answer is yes. Easton’s tough as nails, and even though he hides his vulnerabilities under his suit, they exist alongside mine.

When the outside factors are stripped away, we’re two humans who care, crave adventure, and want to be loved and loved in return.

Together, we’re safe. Apart, we’re dangerous.

And I find comfort in knowing I’ve finally met my match.

When we’re back in the States, a car awaits us to take us to the diamond in the sky. Our bags are loaded as we slide inside. Easton has his phone in his hand, and I’ve got mine. Neither of us has powered them on.

I glance down at it like it’s a curse. “I don’t want to deal with this until tomorrow, after I’ve slept.”

The flight was long. We left early this morning and hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Easton has to be at the office in a handful of hours. Our time together is slipping through my fingers like sand.

He returns it to his pocket. “You’re right. It can wait.”

The car slows before the high-rise and we exit. Easton wraps his arm around me and holds me close as the doors to the building slide open. When we’re on the elevator, he kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me.

When we finally enter the diamond in the sky, the lights are low. The golden city surrounds us, the buildings shining bright.

Easton smiles, capturing my attention in a snap. In moments like this, I have a hard time remembering who I was before I unapologetically barged into this man’s life.

“Home sweet home,” I say, seeing my new books we bought in Texas stacked high on the counter.

Easton yawns, and I can see how tired he is.

“Shall we go to bed?” I ask, and he loops his finger into mine as we climb the stairs.

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