The Bride (The Boss 3)

“Yes, I am happy,” he said, but after a thoughtful pause he added, “Sometimes, I need a distraction.”

I looked up at the television over the bed. I’d probably leave it on tonight, just for the company.

“Why not stay here? We can watch mindless telly all night?” I patted the bed. “We’ll still be lonely and miserable, but at least we won’t be doing it alone.”

“I would not wish to be an imposition.” But even as he said it, he was slipping off his towel.

I scooted over to Sophie’s side. There was still a very strange, very jealous part of me that wanted to be between them always. And yet, my sympathy toward his compromise with his wife made him less of a threat to me.

What a completely bizarre thing it is, the intersection of personal relationships and feelings.

“I want to thank you,” I said, watching him fluff the pillows beneath him. “This was an enlightening experience.”

“Oh?” He turned onto his side, propped on his elbow. “Then perhaps we should do this again.”

“Yes, I dare say we should.” I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting the peace of a dozen final decisions wash over my brain. “And I believe I’m going to have a lot of free time in the future.”