Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

myself out and it’s freezing out here. Can you please buzz me

in?”

Whoever was on the other end was obviously more

concerned about getting back to his warm bed than he was

about security because he buzzed her in right away. She threw

herself through the door, her satchel strapped across her chest,

bouncing at her hip. She’d tucked the papers and that box

inside of it. She headed straight for Coralyn’s door and

knocked hard. She had no intention of leaving, even if Coralyn

didn’t answer. Even if she wasn’t in there.

Was she losing her mind? Yes, she probably was, because

this was a totally unhinged thing to do. It was seven in the

morning, which wasn’t so very early. Not like three or four

would have been. People were up and about. She could hear

them moving around throughout the building. She could even

smell eggs and coffee.

She kept knocking, redoubling her efforts, until finally the

door cracked open, and Coralyn stared at her with red-rimmed

eyes. She looked so much like she had the night that Giana

picked her up at the hospital. Sad. She’d been crying. She

looked broken down and so tired. Giana didn’t like any of that.

She wanted those summer eyes back, cloudless and blue, not

stormy and swollen with rain. She was still in her pajamas, an

old gray t-shirt and fuzzy orange bottoms with cat faces on

them.

“What are you doing here?” Coralyn asked. She swiped at

her eyes. “I didn’t want you to come here.”

“I know. You left something at my house.”

“Giana, I told you I can’t keep that necklace. It’s worth over

a hundred thousand dollars. I probably couldn’t even afford