Because you haven’t had sex in over three years.
I ignore the voice in my head that sounds like suspiciously like Romy. Instead, I turn off my phone as the heat curls low in my stomach.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I imagine being in that situation. Except the man isn’t some faceless TikTok husband.
He looks worryingly like Zach Fitzgerald, in a dark shirt, his sleeves rolled up, those piercing blue eyes assessing me.
A scowl pulls at his lips as he tells me I have a ten second head start.
And then he’s going to catch me. And make me regret it.
I shake my head, toss the phone onto the nightstand, and close my eyes.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I mutter, turning on my side, and trying to ignore the way my heart is pounding. “You’re losing it.”
The last thing I need is to crush on a man who makes me want to throw something every time I see him. Who thinks he’s superior and I’m mediocre.
God knows, I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.
four
THE FITZGERALD FAMILYCHAT
AUTUMN:
Has anybody heard from Zach? I’ve called him four times and I think he’s ignoring me.
ASHER:
So, a normal day?
HUDSON:
Saw him at the hotel this morning. Looked healthy. Mobile. Fully capable of answering a phone.
ZACH:
I’m notignoring you. I’m busy.
AUTUMN:
You’re on the art committee, Zach. There’s a meeting TODAY.
ZACH:
It’s today? Why didn’t you say so? Sadly, I’m washing my hair.
EDEN:
You’re ghosting the Liberty Art Trail Committee? That’s a bold move. You know Autumn’s going to hunt you down and hurt you, right?
WYATT:
ZACH:
You’re all enjoying this way too much.
ASHER:
