Page 123 of Accidental Husband
"You can't do long distance?"
"There's something about this summer." He turns back to the Keurig. Fixes a cup of coffee with two packets of cream. Then starts brewing another. "If she leaves… I think it's over."
"You have a plan?"
"I'm working on it," he says.
"You gonna tell me?"
He shakes his headno. Picks up the fixed coffee. Hands it to me. "I'm not ready to say it out loud."
"That's perceptive, for you."
"I'm smarter than I look."
"That's my line." I take a sip of java. It's not great—hotel coffee never is—but it's comforting. Familiar. Like this is a normal morning.
"You need something for the hangover?" He motions to the closed curtain.If you can't handle light, it must be bad.
It is. But it's nothing compared to the emptiness in my gut.
If Jules really wants out of this—
"It was amazing," Wes says. "I can't give you details. But, fuck, I really have taught her well."
"Go on."
"The way she groaned my name. It was like I was everything she's ever wanted."
"It's been like that before," I say.
"Yeah, but not like this."
"You never cared like this?"
He runs his hand through his hair. "Something like that."
"You're in love with her."
His cheeks flush. He turns to the coffee maker. Picks up his cup. Drinks it black. "Fuck, this really is shit coffee."
"You're a snob."
"I'm drinking it, aren't I?" He pushes himself onto the dresser.
I scan the room for a place to sit. Not the bed—no way am I sitting on his used sheets. Not the floor. The armchair in the corner.
I can work with that.
"Give me a minute." Wes moves into the bathroom. He returns in shorts and a tank top and tosses me a bottle of water. "Probably want that."
I nod. "Thanks."
He returns to his seat on the dresser. "You married your best friend."
"Yeah."
"And you're sticking with that choice?"
