He groans low, gripping my waist, pulling me impossibly close. I can't get enough of him, and I don't think I ever will, which feels incredibly dangerous.
“Elijah!”
The high-pitched voice cuts through our moment, and my eyes snap wide as I look at him, then toward the open garagedoor. The faint click of her heels on the concrete grows louder, echoing through the space as she approaches.
“Go hide under my desk,” he says, calm but firm.
Well, I don't need to be told twice.
I dart across the office and crawl under his desk, sliding into the shadowed space as fast as I can. My heart hammers against my ribs, deafening in my ears, threatening to betray me.
“Rose, what are you doing here?” I can hear the irritation bleeding through his voice, most likely pissed that she disturbed our moment together.
The last thing I need to worry about is whether he threw a top over his beautiful body because I hate the idea of her getting to see him like that again.
Yes, I know she already has, but I never cared then.
“Don’t worry, I won't be long. Just dropping this off.”
I strain to see, but from under the desk, all I can do is listen.
“So you know how to use a pen?”
“Oh, shut up, Elijah,” she snaps back, and I can hear the smirk in his chuckle.
“You can go now.”
Time seems to stand still as she continues to linger. I anxiously bite my tongue, feeling both impatient and nervous.
“Are you not going to ask how I am, or where I’m staying?” she presses.
Ugh, I don't think anyone cares.
“I’d have to care to ask. Just like you don't care about your kids.” His tone drips with calm sarcasm.
“I care about River.”
Not me, though. In her eyes, I barely even exist. She only has one kid.
“You do remember you have two, right? And you haven't even bothered with our son since he kicked you out of the house. So don't give me that crap.”
I shift slightly, my legs cramping from crouching under the desk.
“I don't give a damn about Willow. As far as I’m concerned, that little homewrecker isn't my child.”
My shoulders slump, the words hitting harder than I expected.
I've never liked her and have never felt a connection or expected love from her. However, hearing her disown me feels like a knife to the chest.
Homewrecker.
I’m far from a homewrecker.
“The only homewrecker I see is you.”
“You only wanted a divorce when she showed up!” she practically squeals.
“I wanted a divorce long before Willow even moved in with us. You're the one who couldn't stay faithful in a marriage and kept throwing our past at us in every single argument. But I am done with this. You are nothing to me anymore, and luckily, River is almost eighteen, so we don't have to stay in contact.”
