Yeah, I’m definitely not rushing the divorce. Because I’d like to keep my wife.
THIRTY-NINE
Lucy
It’s been an entire week since we went camping. And it’s almost like I never told Felix the truth.
We haven’t heard a word from Miles’s family about it. I’ve gotten a couple of texts from his mom and dad asking me how I’m doing and telling me they love me.
Those texts made me want to cry. Because Lillian and Andrew are lovely people whom I never want to hurt.
So what happens when I divorce their son? They’ll be shattered, and I’ll be the lowest scum of the earth.
“Your mom loves me,” I announce as I walk down the hallway, staring at another text from Lillian telling me they’re planning a girls’ weekend and I’m invited. Oh, andP.S. I love you, sweetie!
“Of course she does,” Miles says as I walk into his room. I flop onto his bed and watch as shirtless Miles walks into the closet to grab his work clothes.
I stretch out on my side and lean my head into my hand. “Do you think it’s strange Felix hasn’t said anything to the family yet?”
Miles reemerges from the closet wearing slacks and an unbuttoned collared shirt.
“I’m not sure what to think about it. I think Grandpa likes you, so he might just be keeping it a secret because he hopes you’ll stay.”
“I would like to keep him and Goldie in our divorce,” I state matter-of-factly.
Miles quirks an eyebrow at that. “We’ll have to figure out custody shares, because I want Alexander as well.”
“You can’t have him full-time.”
“We’ll split him fifty-fifty.”
I watch as he works his way up to his top button and starts to have trouble with the crooked collar. I stand and walk over to him, reaching up to fold the collar down evenly. I don’t think this shirt has been ironed in a while, so I do my best to crease the collar with my hands. Folding it and pressing it like I would a piece of paper.
My head is right below Miles’s chin, and he leans a little closer because I feel him brush against the top of my hair.
“Did you just sniff me?” I ask as I step back, happy with my on-the-fly folding job.
Miles shrugs. “You smell good. I couldn’t help it.”
Good thing I didn’t give Alexander a bath today. I’d smell like a wet dog.
“Do you have work today?” he asks as he tucks his shirt in.
“No, they’re doing a mobile vet clinic, and I’m on call in case of emergency. What are you up to today?”
He finishes tucking his shirt in and plants his hands on his hips. “I think I’m going to talk to Kingston today. And I think you should tell Willa, because we’ve probably lost the bet, and I think Willa needs to know what you’ve been doing for her.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
I married a man for money, and now I’m probably not going to get that money. So now, I’ll have to explain to Willa that I’vebeen tricking her for years, and oh-by-the-way-I-married-my-roommate.
This ought to go well.
“I think it’s great you’re going to talk to Kingston. When you get to work a job that you love—it makes the hard days a lot easier. You light up when you talk about anything involving Around the Bend.”
“And you love your job?” he asks as he stares down at me.
“Oh yes, very much.”
