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I guess there are none when you’re paying by the hour.

I clear my throat and try to put on a neutral expression. “Yes, the passion has died.”

“Do you know why?” Sanders asks.

Wilder looks at me, waiting for me to answer as I nervously wet my lips and try to think of an answer. “Um…”

“She doesn’t want kids,” Wilder says.

What?

No!

You were the one who was supposed to not want kids, not me.

“I think she’s afraid that we might get pregnant.”

“That’s, uh, that’s not true,” I say.

“Babe.” Wilder levels with me, turning in my direction. “A few months ago, when you wanted me to pull out—that was you telling me you didn’t want kids.”

Christ.

What happened to sticking to the plan?

“Was that the case?” Sanders asks as he tosses the football in the air now. Someone needs to revoke his credentials, because this is…this is childish behavior. No wonder all the Brads and Chad like him, because he’s just like them. Makes me sick!

“No, I…I want kids.”

“You do?” Sanders asks. “Then why does Wilder think otherwise?”

Both sets of eyes are on me, waiting for an answer. One that I don’t have, because this is not how this session was supposed to go.

“Pips, you told me that you weren’t ready.”

Attempting to keep a smile on my face despite the raging inferno building inside me, I say, “Uh, that’s because we’re still young and trying to work on our careers. Just because I said I wasn’t ready doesn’t mean I don’t want them.”

“She has a point,” Sanders says, finally joining my side. “But did you communicate that specifically with him?”

Oh, never mind.

“Not to throw her under the bus, but she didn’t,” Wilder says, rubbing his palms on the tops of his thighs.

“Is this when the passion started to fizzle?” Sanders asks.

“Yeah, that and after the trip to Montauk,” Wilder says.

What on God’s green earth is he doing?

Montauk?

I’ve never been there in my life.

Pretty sure if you handed me a map and told me to point to Montauk, I would have no idea where to begin.

“What happened in Montauk?” Sanders asks.

Wilder gestures to me. “Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to?”