Scuba diving
Racecar driving
Skydiving
A week had already passed, and with Ryu having already called ahead to let her know that he was flying back the next day, there was only one thing left to do.
Mon Coeur
I'M SORRY, RYU.
I know this is unfair to you.
But I'd like a divorce.
The words sounded good in her mind.
Sincereeven.
Butclear.
And so she took a deep breath and turned to face the full-length mirror in her walk-in closet—-
"Summerine?"
—-only to have Ryu's velvety voice cut into her thoughts, and she ended up jumping back in shock instead.
"Do you need more time to prepare?"
"Uh, n-no. I'm g-good."
She grabbed her purse from the dresser and nearly tripped in her hurry to get to the door. Old habits died hard, and there was still that child in her who feared being sent to her room without dinner. Making her parents late for this party or that was unforgivable in their book, no matter the reason.
Summerine rushed out of her bedroom and barreled straight into her husband's impossibly hard chest.
"Careful."
