“That’s more like it,” I said instantly, no longer interested in the hands that were touching me.
“Violet, I’m warning you now, you moan in my ear one more time, I’ll make your homecoming painful.”
“Mmmm,” I said, thinking of the ways it could be.
“Was that for me or her?” he said, his voice rough and laced with want.
“You, always for you.” Alana tapped my shoulder and smiled. I waved her a ‘thank you’ and sat up. “I like your hands more.”
“Then come back.” His words were harsh. He wasn’t enjoying the distance. My heart tugged. I knew he wanted me without a doubt. I was sure I wouldn’t last the week.
“I’ll be divorced in two days,” I piped happily.
“Good, I’ll see you then?”
“I’m thinking about it,” I said seriously.
“I have to get back to work. Tonight, same time?”
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“Perfect.”
You will write one damn thing on your bucket list before you go back to Savannah, Vi.
“Bryce, please, son. Keep them in your tray.” I stared at my bullheaded son who insisted on throwing his Cheerios on the floor. To spite me, he looked up at me with another handful and emptied it onto the floor. I grinned, shaking my head. “Fine,” I said, pouring half the box on his tray. “Try to get some of them into your mouth.”
The doorbell rang, and for a second I got my hopes up. But it couldn’t be her. Damn that woman. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I opened the door and immediately my blood boiled.
“Rhys.” She smiled sweetly. I knew that smile. Not a chance in hell.
“Look, if I have to get a court order, I will,” I said, taking an aggressive step toward her.
“Tsk, tsk,” she said, waving her finger arrogantly. “I just stopped by to say hello.”
“Because you thought I would take one look at you and come undone, right?”
She crossed her long legs as she leaned against the door, her smile wicked and her intentions worse.
“I had hoped for a better reception,” she said, leaning in close, too close.
“Listen to me. I want nothing to do with you. I tried with you. I did everything.”
“Everything I wanted you to do,” she fired back, clearly shocked she hadn’t made a dent in my resolve.
“I’m getting a court order. You can’t do this. I was never as weak as you thought I was. You were just fucking delusional. Leave.” I pointed behind her and she snatched my finger with her mouth, sucking it slowly, making a popping sound when she let it go. I heard Bryce knock off the tray from his high chair—a skill he had learned recently—and ran into the kitchen to grab him before he fell out of it.
I got to Bryce just in time and heard her behind me.
“He looks just like you,” she said coldly. I stiffened as I held him, knowing I had no choice but to face her. I turned with Bryce in my arms and saw her take in her son for the first time since his birth. I never wanted him to lay eyes on her. She had just taken that away from me.
“Get out. I’m not even joking; I will fucking throw you out. You can’t do this!” I felt Bryce shaking in my arms from my hostility. Looking down at him, I smiled and rubbed the top of his head. “It’s okay, buddy.”
“Don’t you miss it? The way we were? How hot it was?” she said, completely ignoring the baby in my arms.
“No, I’ve moved on. You should, too. I don’t want you coming here. It will only confuse him,” I said evenly, hoping to keep the conversation civil. She glared at Bryce, as if he was the reason for our separation, and then turned to walk toward the front door.
“He will always be the abortion I should have had.”