“You’re not wrong.”
“Good. So, tell me what you think about disappearing for a week.”
“Disappearing where?”
My stomach dropped. My jaw tightened as the flashbacks resurfaced of Winter Haven. Of all the damn places on the map…all the luxury resorts she could’ve scrolled past…She picked that one.She caught every bit of it and smirked.
“Yeah. There.”
I swallowed the reaction, keeping my tone flat.
“Out of all the places you could’ve picked… you picked that one?”
“That place stuck with you,” she said, studying me. “So, I figured that meant something.”
“You don’t know shit about that trip.”
She lifted a brow. “You sure?”
“What that mean?”
She grinned slow. “You remember coming back her drunk the first weekend I stayed over? After we tried to…”
I frowned. I remembered being pissed off and leaving. I remember going to the bar down the street and drinking a shit load oh Hennessy that night, but not much else.
“What happened?”
She straightened, cleared her throat, and dropped into a perfect deep-voiced imitation of me.
“You came in here smelling like a whole bottle of liquor, flopped right onto this couch, looked me dead in my face and said?—”
Her voice lowered:
“Man, that woman got me fucked up. Elise… whatever her real name is… she was on dick all damn week in Winter Haven. I bent her over damn near every surface in the lodge…and somehow…she left with a piece of me.”
My jaw flexed. She kept going, absolutely delighted.
“Man,I don’t even be fucking just anybody like that unless she really get under my skin.”Somewhere between the sex and the snow, she got in my head. I ain’t never felt no shit like that.”
She sat back, laughing. “Right after that, you passed out and was snoring and drooling all over the damn couch.
I covered my face. “Man…”
“That’s why you get tender anytime someone mentions Winter Haven, Romeo,” she said, swirling her wine. “You came back… rearranged.”
“Man whatever,” I said, trying to act unbothered but she could see right through my façade.
“Relax. I’m not asking for a play-by-play. I have my own love life to worry about.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “You finally saying that shit out loud?”
She hesitated only a second and sighed. “I’m tired of pretending. You know I don’t want this marriage any more than you do.”
“I figured that out when you damn near ran off my bed.”
She laughed loudly. “I ran because I’m not into you…at least not like that.”
“Then what are you into?” I asked, though I already knew.
