Darkness cloaked the streets and shrouded her heart as he pulled into his driveway. She sat quietly as he turned off the ignition and got out of the car.
Spencer insisted on opening her door. She lifted her hand for him to help her out.
He drew her into a hug, and she stiffened. Images of that woman’s legs wrapped around his hips assaulted her mind, and she wanted to throw up. She didn’t have the strength to argue though. Besides, she was afraid of what would happen when he really got mad.
Chapter Seven
The next morning,Skye woke to a tangle of covers in Spencer's bed.
He’d talked. She’d listened and come to a conclusion about life. To have a family, she didn’t need the perfect man. What she wanted was a happily ever after, and Spencer offered the possibility. It was as close as she was going to get. But that kiss she’d shared with Ash had been beyond wonderful.Maybe all she needed was good for now.
In the end, did it really matter? Life was messy and full of compromise. Spencer wasn’t perfect, but neither was she. He had her mind spinning and her heart in free fall.
She rolled over to find his side of the bed empty, and there was a note on his pillow. Sometime while she’d been sleeping, he’d slipped his ring back on her finger.
My darling Skye,
I love you more than life itself.
You make the day worth living, each breath worth taking.
You are the light to my darkness.
I forgive you.
Your truest love,
Spencer
P.S. I have to leave on business. I’ll be out of the country for a week. I left the prenup papers on the breakfast table. Sign and send them to my lawyer. I’ll see you next Tuesday. XOXO.
She claspedthe note to her chest and stared at the ceiling. His ring twisted around her finger.One week?He’d told her that they’d spend the next few days away from the distractions of work and celebrating their engagement.What was she supposed to do now? Head to the mountains alone?
She pressed a hand to her head. The clunky ring banged against her forehead. The thing needed to be resized.
It didn’t fit on so many levels.
With a groan, she climbed out of bed. Perhaps it was best that he’d been called away. A solo retreat might be exactly what she needed to decide, once and for all, if Spencer belonged in her future.
She showered and dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of scrubs from her backpack.
On her way out the door, she grabbed Spencer's prenup and set out to walk to the coffee shop. The arctic blast of yesterday had warmed to a more reasonable winter chill. Nevertheless, the crispness of the air had her cheeks burning while the wind whipped at her chapped lips. Overhead, a brilliant sun blazed, and stray wisps of clouds laced a clear deep blue sky.
A short time later, the wonderfully rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickled her nose. The warmth of the store enveloped her and banished the chill from her invigorating walk.
She adjusted her backpack and waited for the barista to finish the previous customer’s order.
“Hiya!” Kandi’s bubbly personality always brought a smile to Skye’s early mornings.
“Good morning. Can I have a?—”
“Hot cocoa?”
“Um, yes, please.”
The girl laughed, and her ponytail swished. “You’re later than usual today.” She flashed a row of perfect teeth and pointed to Skye’s favorite corner spot. “Cocoa’s waiting on you.”
“Waiting?” Knowing her favorite drink was one thing. Having it waiting was kind of creepy.
