But I do.
I fucking do.
Stupid water in this godforsaken town.I think I’m in love with her.
“I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”
“I’m not a relationship expert, but I don’t think Gemma is looking for a regular fuck.”Zander shares his great wisdom.“I also don’t think that’s what you want.”
Total sen-sei.
“Bold claim, given my history.”
“Yeah, well I’m seeing a lot of fucking strange shit from my friends recently.Admit it, you have fallen in love with her.”
I snort.
He’s right but admitting it out loud is a whole other thing.
“Name one other women you’ve thrown yourself into danger to save on the streets of New York.”
“Well, not New York, but there was that one time in Morocco when we thought we saw a shark.”
Zander is quiet.
I can also see his bewildered expression.
“You mean with the twins when you told them to take their bright orange bikinis off because they’d attract sharks?When there werenosharks.”
I smile.
“Dude.Go get your girl.”He hangs up on me.
I pocket my phone into my jeans and turn to face the room.It’s empty.I’m out of my comfort zone here.
How do yougo get your girl?
Especially when she’s hurt, just learned her husband cheated, and thinks all I want is to sleep with her semi-frequently.
How do I come to grips with the fact I want way more?That letting her and Zoe into my heart would destroy me if Gemma changes her mind and leaves me?
Like Jack did.
Like Mom did.
Is this what I want?Someone who wants Saturday nights at home with popcorn and a movie—probably a kid’s movie—and outings the next day at the zoo.
Gemma wants vacations in Hawaii and Disneyland, eating ice cream that drips down her hand and music recitals, and teacher-parent interviews.
She wants a husband.
She probably wants more children.
I visualize her carrying my baby, and my feet start walking.
Then my phone rings, and I see it's Zander.
“Rude hanging up.”I grin, rubbing the back of my head as I stand in the middle of the room.
