Page 25 of An Unfinished Memory

The door opened, and Wilder stepped in. Flutters erupted in my belly. How did he look so right stepping into my kitchen? His dark hair was finger-combed after wearing his hat all day. He had on a tight green tee that hugged his biceps and his abs. The weathered blue jeans he wore were my favorite, and he knew it.

I mouthedAggieand pointed to the phone at my ear. “Rain check? All the gossip and I’ll drink your share of wine?”

“Yes. Get some rest.”

“You too.” We hung up.

Maybe tomorrow night. Now that Wilder was in my kitchen, leaning his long body against the counter with his arms crossed, ogling my legs with desire-darkened eyes, I was glad I didn’t listen to reason. Good sense didn’t get me laid by this man.

“How’s my sister?” he asked.

“She asked me over.”

Regret flickered in his eyes. “Sorry.”

Neither of us liked sneaking around, but neither of us could deny the chemistry between us. We’d been ignoring it since I left, and it’d taken me years to separate good sex from the definition of a good marriage.

The marriage part was done. Now we were at just the good-sex stage. “How often are we going to do this?” I waved my hand. I had to be smart in order to be impulsively stupid. “I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

He inhaled and braced his hands on the edges of the counter. He crossed one boot over the other. “As often as we fucking can, Sutton.”

I scowled at him despite loving his answer. Heat flooded my body, and if my top didn’t have a few ruffles, Wilder would see how hard my nipples were. “No more than once a week.”

“So tomorrow night’s out?”

He said he had the weekend off. Tomorrow would’ve worked better. Had he said Friday because he couldn’t wait?

I would’ve done the same. Which spelled trouble. “Yes, tomorrow’s out.”

The disappointment in his eyes echoed mine. “We don’t tell anyone. We already sorted through that.”

“Your family?—”

“Is important to you. I know, Sutton. Chambers said he was worried about me, and I could see why you were concerned. All my siblings have been checking on me. They’re so damn worried about me, and they might blame you if this doesn’t work out.” He clenched his teeth like the words left a bad aftertaste.

Neither of us wanted to think about the end. We didn’t want to consider the odds of longevity in a relationship like the one we were embarking on. “So, once a week. You sneak in and sneak out?”

“I’ve got the garage code. I can feed Berry and Sylvester in the morning so you can get some extra sleep before work.”

“What about when I don’t work in the morning?”

“I’ll still leave early—after I fuck you in the shower.”

My legs trembled, and arousal pooled low in my belly. If I had underwear on, they’d be soaked. Planning this was too easy. Almost like Wilder and I coming back together was fate. I needed a splash of reality. “Until we meet someone else.”

His gaze darkened. “Yes,” he bit out, his voice rough as sandpaper.

“And this is just about sex?” I was too chicken to stress how we couldn’t get back together. What if he got upset and left? What if he was cavalier and thought the idea of falling for me again was ridiculous?

“Yes, again.” He tapped his fingers against the underside of the counter, his forearms flexing. “The clock is ticking, Sutton. You could be climaxing right now.”

He didn’t want to talk about the possibility of others. Turned out neither did I.

I lifted my chin. “Then why are you all the way over there?”

He prowled toward me. “I can see how hard your nipples are, Doc.”

“I’d show you how wet my underwear is, but I’m not wearing any.”

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