“True. Maybe he senses you’re retiring.”
“It’s possible. He knows I’ve come close before, so it shouldn’t surprise him.” He gathers up our empty bowl and brings it into the kitchen.
As he rinses it out and puts it into the dishwasher, I fill up two glasses with water.
“You want a glass of water for the night?” I ask him.
He glances over his shoulder at me. “How did you know I do that?”
“I’ve noticed when we say good night that you do the same thing I do—you grab a glass of water. So, I figured I’d get both our glasses for us.”
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Thanks, darling.”
Darling.
I could get used to this. All of this.
Declan turns off the main lights, and I follow him into his bedroom.
“Which side do you want?” I ask him as I hold out a glass of water for him.
“Either is fine.” He takes them both, puts one glass on the left nightstand, and walks over to put the second glass on the right one. “As long as you’re in my bed, I don’t care which side I sleep on.”
He slips his hands underneath my shirt and tugs the fabric up and over my head. “I should amend that statement—as long as you’re naked in my bed, I don’t care about anything else.”
I smile as I reach for his shirt. “Same here.”
As he pulls back the comforter and sheet and we fall into his bed together, I force any bad thoughts out of my head. Thoughts of how this is temporary, and how much it will hurt when it’s over. Because right now, I don’t care about any of that. The only thing I care about is the man in front of me. My husband.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Four weeks pass.
Declan and I have sex every night.
And sometimes mornings.
I’ve pretty much moved into his bedroom, and I only go into my room to pick out clothes for work.
We still eat dinner frequently with his cousins, but we also take time for dinner alone now.
And we visit Cam and Savannah and their new baby often.
Libby’s the sweetest baby in the world, and watching Declan with his niece is a gift.
I take so many pictures when we visit that Cam jokes he’ll have to come to me for the best photos of his daughter.
As far as Declan and I and our no-strings sex promise…well…
I’ve fallen so hard for him I’m pretty sure I’ll be devastated when we divorce.
But I’m trying to remain in denial, an effort made more difficult thanks to my best friend.
“You know you’re in love with him,” Jamie Beth says as we watch Declan skate across the ice in front of our seats. “At least admit it to me.”
Jamie Beth and I are at tonight’s game early, so early Declan’s out on the ice in just a t-shirt and pads, taking a few practice shots.
“I won’t even admit it to myself,” I say. “Why would I admit it to you?”
