“But we’re supposed to be getting a divorce in two months’ time. We haven’t talked about it. I didn’t expect us to, but it’s something we’ll have to face soon enough.” SomethingI’llhave to face.
Mia gives me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe you should talk about it.”
“I couldn’t. What would I say? I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.” I cover my cheeks with my hands. “It’s complicated.”
“Of course, it is. Love usually is.”
My pulse skips. “I didn’t saylove.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Love.
What a dangerous word for me.
Yet it feels right at home in my mind. And my heart.
It was the thing I felt that I didn’t want to accept or name.
Love.
I love Knox.
But didn’t I know that?
Love is the only thing that could make me as curious as I was about him and as jealous as I felt when I saw him with his friend’s wife on our wedding day. Love is the only thing that could make me ask him if he was mine, too, and slice my heart open in the same breath when I thought of what my life would be like without him.
When he told me he was always mine, it hit me in a way I couldn’t explain.
So,love…
Yes. IloveKnox. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life, and the scariest thing about that is I know I’ll never love anyone else the way I love him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Mia’s tone turns wistful.
Cautiously, I nod, as if I don’t even want the air around me to know I’ve found this gem. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“No. I don’t think you are.”
“What the hell am I going to do?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” She nods and reaches for another cookie. “I’ll give you a clue. It doesn’t involve playing it safe.”
“I know that part.”
Mia tips her head, eyes sparking with mischief. “On that note… I may have some life updates of my own.”
I sit straighter, curiosity sparking. “What sort of changes?”
“Logan booked a trip. A trip to St. Lucia for seven nights.”
A small shock ripples through me. Logan and Mia have been together for nearly six years. He’s never booked a trip like that before. “That’s amazing. Did he say anything else?” I have a feeling he has more in store for her on that trip.
“Nope, just that we’ll be staying in a private villa with aprivatebeach. And… he’s been acting all nervous and weird.”
I clasp my hands. “Oh my God, Mia, I think he’s going to propose.
“Me too.” She squeals, half-laughing, half-panicking. “God, I hope he does. He might not, but I hope he does.”
