Page 99 of The Wife Situation

We switch places and get buckled, then Easton shifts the Jeep into gear, taking it much faster. I can’t help but glance at him, admiring the veins in his arms and how his tattooed biceps flex. Our eyes meet and we exchange a smile before looking away.

“Where is the most devious place you’ve had sex?” I ask.

He thinks about it. “On a throne.”

“Wow.” My mouth falls open. “Okay, I can’t top that.”

“You still have to share,” he says.

“The church parking lot.”

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he says.

“I did that day. So, what’s your body count? If you don’t want to answer?—”

“Three.”

My mouth falls open. “Three?”

“That surprises you.” He says it matter-of-factly. It’s not a question.

“It does. I thought …” I can’t finish.

“The relationship rumors about me are rarely true. I might date a lot, but that doesn’t mean I’m fucking every woman I’m seen in public with.”

“Most men who could have anyonewould.”

“I don’t want justanyonethough. Sex always complicates things, so I’ve never fucked around. Now, Weston is a different story.”

I snort. “That doesn’t surprise me after spending time with him. Totally get it.”

Easton glances at me. “Yeah, he’sverygood at his game. However, it’s awkward when his flings believe I’m him, especially after they’ve had a wild night together or a breakup.”

“Oh God,” I say. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“When he was married, life was great. But now that it’s over, I’m sure he’ll be back to it. Anyway, what about you?”

“Three,” I say with a shrug. “Nothing to write home about either.”

“That’s a pity,” Easton says, shaking his head.

Two hours later, we park at the top and get out. The altitude is higher than what I’m used to, but it’s the best view of Grand Teton. A bright blue body of water glimmers at the bottom of the mountainside.

We take a foot trail, and in the clearing there are flat-surfaced rocks that are perfect for sitting on. I rest my hands on my hips, breathing deeply, trying to acclimate to the thin air.

Easton sits on one of the rocks and I plop beside him. Our arms and thighs touch.

“Will you take a picture with me?” I ask, pulling out my phone.

“Sure.” He places his arm around me and pulls me in close.

I snap a few, then review them.

“Look at us,” I say, showing him.

We look like a happy couple. We go together—that’s undeniable.

“Do you think everyone sees something we don’t?” I ask. It’s an honest question.

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