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Something big.
Something about . . .
“I’m divorced,” I say the words, knowing I need to get them out while I remember my name.
His hands stop and he watches me. “You’re . . .”
“Divorced. As of today.”
“That means . . .” He pauses.
“That means that you and I, well, I’m hoping it means that what we were just doing here can be something we do when we’re not trying to steal a few minutes.”
He looks down at our situation and curses. “Fuck!”
“Hey,” I say quickly, touching his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“This is not how . . . Jesus, Ellie, I’m sorry. I was like a madman a second ago.”
He slowly puts my feet back on the floor and then cups my face in his warm hands, which I really liked on my breasts a moment ago. “I wanted you just as badly.”
“There’s stuff we need to talk about, and I lost my mind for a minute.”
“It’s fine,” I reassure him. “I promise, we have plenty of time to talk.”
His eyes flash with something I don’t quite catch. “Just . . . I don’t want to do this now or here. Not when Hadley and Declan can come walking back in. You and I, we need some time.”
I nod. “I agree. We have a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah.” He breathes the word.
“Okay, when is your brother leaving?”
He looks out the door and runs his fingers through his hair. “Tonight. He has to get back to New York.”
That gives me some relief from the guilt of not calling Sydney when I got out of work to talk about him being here. “Okay, so maybe I can ask Syd to keep Hadley tomorrow?”
I plan to have Connor all to myself.
His smile doesn’t quite touch his eyes. “Tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ellie
Ipull up to the house and check my face in the mirror. I really wish I had some time to change into something sexy or really do any primping at all. Thankfully, I spent a good extra twenty minutes in the shower shaving and scrubbing areas I sort of have let go the last few months.
Tonight, I need everything to be perfect.
Hadley is at Sydney’s house, where they have a whole girls’ night planned with nails, hair, and movies. I’d let my daughter go on and on about everything she was going to do until my friend shooed me out the door with a comment about making good choices and wiggling her brows with a grin.
Yes, we all know what is going to happen tonight.
Nerves hit me like a ton of bricks, cementing me in place. I know that I love him, and I want this. I know that if we hadn’t been worried about Declan and Hadley coming back last night, I would’ve let him strip me down right there in the hallway.
Desire and trust aren’t the issue—it’s fear that I’m not going to be what he wants.
