Page 23 of Until Tomorrow
Not really. No one would go through… all of this—flowers and love notes—if they wanted a divorce. It only reaffirmed my decision to talk to him about Amelia’s class, polyamory, and all the things I’d learned.
There had to be more to our story. There just had to be. Damn it. He’d sent me thirty-two flower arrangements with reasons why he loved me.
And shoot.Now, I wanted the other thirty-one bouquets with his dorky love letters.
Chapter 16
Eva
Ihadalist—ameticulous, organized list—for the way I wanted to handle approaching Logan about changing the entire dynamic of our marriage. I wasn’t convinced that we needed a divorce. The fact that he was running around town chasing down my soap told me a lot about where his head was at as well.
For my very first step, I took Amelia’s advice. I chose to focus on myself.My wants, my needs, my desires.The only problem was that I didn’t have a clue where to start. I’d stared at my notepad for a good hour three times in three different coffee shops and still nothing.
While I hated pulling Elliot into any of this, he was the only other person who knew me—really knew me—besides Logan. His hours at the fire station were fairly inconsistent, but the virtual calendar he kept me pinned on told me where he’d be. It made event planning easy, but it also made it so I knew where to find him when I needed him.
“How’s the birthday girl?” Elliot asked when I stopped in the apparatus bay. He stood atop one of the engines, grinning at me. “Dance on any more tables after I left you?”
God, I’d never live telling him that down.
“No, I went to bed, thank you very much.”
“Disappointing. Did you know, from up here, you look extra short?”
“Did you know that you’re lucky you’re up there?” I left the threat open. Not that I’d ever actually do anything to him. It was just the way we were.
“Touché,” he said. His hands fell to his hips. “So, what can I do for you today?”
“What do I need?” I replied. “From life?”
“I’m inclined to say more dick.” He chuckled. “But in my opinion, everyone needs more dick. The world would be so much happier.”
“Elliot!” I scolded and struggled to keep my straight face.
“What?” he exclaimed. “You know I’m right. Can you imagine a world where dick breaks were required?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I am. But I’m right. What’s your point?”
“I need your help.” I practically stomped my heel in frustration. “Not your dick jokes.”
“Ouch. Attack me in the joke department.” He feigned his distress, clutching his chest briefly. “It must be serious. All right then! Let me climb down, and we’ll go talk in my office. Maybe later I’ll show you how to use my pole.”
“I will not now nor ever slide down your pole, Elliot Remington Warner,” I snapped, earning a laugh hard enough to stop him in his tracks.
“Oh, that never gets old! See you in a minute.”
With his arm around my shoulders, Elliot guided me through the firehouse. As Captain, he had his own quarters on the other side of the building. That meant I got the unofficial Elliot commentary tour whenever I visited.
“Andhere we have a lazy crew doing jack shit while their Captain works his ass off,” Elliot announced as we passed through the kitchen. From the grin on his face, it was all in jest. He loved the guys he worked with and vice versa. The six guys sitting in the room all hemmed and hawed through some kind of excuse as we passed.
But me? I waved. I loved visiting Elliot because the guys on his shift always checked me out. It was good for my morale.
“Eyes forward, boys,” he snapped when he caught them staring. “I may not be able to kick your asses for ogling but I will give you a list of tasks so fucking long that you’ll never see the light of day.”
There was grumbling from all of them, making me laugh.
“I like that they think I’m pretty,” I said when we turned down a hallway.
