Page 1 of A Love That Broke Us
Chapter One
ALLEY
PRESENT DAY
AUGUST
“Hi,you’ve reached Jensen Adams. You know what to do.”
Dammit. His voicemail again. That’s the sixth time in twenty minutes.
I end the call, setting my phone next to the leather-bound dinner menu. The white tablecloth beneath it is perfectly crisp and untouched. If I leave now and he shows, we lose our table. But if he doesn’t…
I don’t even know how much longer they’ll let me sit here. This place is reservation-only, and nearly impossible to get into. I booked it weeks ago.
I try texting again.
Where are you? I’m starting to worry... Please call me.
Two years married.Happy anniversary to me.
My fingers drum against the table, heat creeping over mycheeks. I feel ridiculous sitting here alone. I glance down, avoiding the server’s stare as he walks past. He probably thinks I’ve been stood up. How could he not?
I cross my legs, my gaze shifting to the empty seat across from me.
God, where is he?
I exhale sharply, trying to force a small smile, but it doesn’t quite stick.
I’ll give him five more minutes.
I close my eyes, letting my mind drift back to the first time I saw him. Just like that, my lips curve up at the memory. Because if there’s one thing Jensen Adams has always been good at, it’s making me smile.
Chapter Two
JENSEN
THEN—FIVE YEARS AGO
SEPTEMBER
A hot blondebends over to kiss me, her lips brushing mine. Soft. Warm.Damn.I lean into the kiss, chasing the heat, but she pulls back, leaving me with the faint taste of something I don’t recognize.
I look around. I’m surrounded by a blur of people.Wait. Where am I? Central Park?I blink, the scene shifting. Now she’s in the park, laughing as she chats with her brunette friend. There’s a dog, too, its leash tangling around their legs.
“Jensen… Jensen.”
Her voice morphs into something sharper, closer. A heaviness settles over me as I stir, the park fading to gray. A groan escapes me, my body protesting the idea of moving.
God, I’m so comfortable. Just let me stay here a little longer.
“Hey, Jensen, can you hear me?” The voice cuts through the haze in my brain, pulling me closer to reality. “Jensen. If you can hear me, squeeze my finger.”
Something presses into my palm, and my hand instinctively clenches tightly around it. More voices follow, words mumbling intomeaningless sounds. My body feels like it’s been anchored down, heavy and uncooperative. But one thing stands out: my aching erection. My clustered thoughts spin back to the blonde and her brunette friend.Where did they go? Come back.
My eyelids fight against me, cracking open just enough for light to stab through. I wince, shutting them tight again.
“Jensen. It’s time to wake up.” The voice is soft but insistent, definitely female.Maybe it’s the blonde?I chuckle, my brain too foggy to care about making sense of anything.
