Any chest pain?
Any shortness of breath?
Any dizziness?
Any unexplained fatigue?
I stare at the screen, then look at him.
God… this is going to be fun.
Usually this kind of thing is run of the mill for me because I used to know all the answers to these questions when I was married to him. Now it’s going to be quite awkward asking them… specifically the ones about him being sexually active.
I look to my left at my ex-husband. His jaw is set, staring into some point in space as if he’s trying to disappear into it, white-knuckling the wooden arms of the waiting room chair.
Taking a big sigh, I cock my head, bracing myself.
“So… you want me to answer these questions for you right,” I ask.
“Yeah we’ve done this before.”
“We’ve also been away from each other for a couple of years and we’re not married anymore, so there are personal questions on here.”
“Yeah go ahead,” Link says, like he just wants to get it over and done with.
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Chapter 44
Lincoln's POV
“Are you sexually active?” Gabby asks me, and my eyes fly open.
Ohhhhhh.Thosepersonal questions.
Shit.
This is fucking awkward.
When I go quiet, I can feel Gabby burning a hole in the right side of my face. We’re both grown-ups. It’s not like she doesn’t know that I’m intimate with Sarah.
“Yes,” I say, not looking at Gabby, staring straight ahead.
My heart is beating out of my chest. Probably palpitations. A few people check in at the front desk. Gabby leans in closer, trying to protect my privacy, something that distracts me from my fear for just a second.
Having her here with me feels so—
“How often?”
She asks it, and I look to my right, waiting for her to expound.
Shrugging and shaking my head slightly, I ask, “How oftenwhat?” waiting for her to finish her sentence.
She blinks at me like I’m stupid. “How often… are you sexually active,” the words spilling out of her emphatic lips, forming each one carefully as if daring me to lie.
Why is she just staring at me like that?
“Um…” I say, wondering if I should tell herevery single day.
