family, connection. Bearing witness to another's journey and knowing she bears witness to mine... that we will grow and share the most precious of our moments on earth with each other. I thought I didn't need any of that to be happy."
He reaches for my hand again and strokes the inside of my wrist with his thumb, softly, gently. "I was wrong," he says, his eyes so deep I want to swim in them.
I don't know what to say because I'm not sure what he's trying to say. Or maybe I do know what he's trying to say, but I don't want to know. I want to stick to the plan. I like plans. They have gotten me through life well. I don't like this off-the-book nonsense.
He stacks the paperwork back into its neat pile, which I appreciate, and pushes it back to me, unsigned. Which I most definitely do not appreciate.
"Kacie, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't let you go. I want to know you better. I want you to know me better. Give me this summer. One summer to show you we're meant to be together. If at the end of the summer you don't want what we have, I'll sign your papers. But by the end of the summer, you won't want me to."
Chapter 6
Bathtub Memories
I freeze, stunned, unsure how to respond. Of course I can't stay married to him all summer long. That's absurd. Ridiculous. Totally outrageous.
"No! You have to sign these. We have to end this now. It's not right. We're not right. We don't belong together."
He smiles, and I melt a little, but I refuse to let him see that.
"We do. I think somewhere inside that pragmatic mind of yours, you know that. But it's okay; we have time for me to show you how right we are for each other, and how wrong you are to think otherwise."
I'm getting angry for real now. "You can't force me to date you." I stand, grabbing my paperwork. "I'll hire a lawyer and make this happen without your signature."
He nods and light from the candle on the table reflects in his eyes. "You could do that, at considerable expense, and without my signature, it would still take all summer to finalize. I promise you my way will be much less expensive and more pleasurable."
I grab my purse and give him a glare I hope sets him on fire. "This is over. We are over. I'm not interested in your outlandish proposal."
It feels good to stomp away from him in all my fire and brimstone anger. Until I get outside and realize I have no way home.
Sheepishly, I call Tate, who doesn't answer. I call Vi, and she answers on the first ring. "Kacie, what's up babe? Did you marry another total stranger today?"
"Hardy, har, har, bitch. No, I'm trying to annul the one I'm already married to, but he's not signing the fucking paperwork. I just walked out on our non-date discussion, and I was hoping you could pick me up?" I give her the address.
"Sure, I just finished up with a client. Let me change into normal people clothes, and I'll be right over."
Her normal people clothes include spiked nails with silver tips over ruby red polish. A red fedora and black leather pants with red high heels and a corset with red and black roses. We don't share the same idea of “normal,” but I still love her, and right now, I love her a ton. I hug her after sliding into the passenger side of the car.
"Haven't you learned to always drive to a date in your own car?" she asks as she pulls out.
"It was tricky." I explain what happened.
"That doesn't sound tricky, that sounds hot. Why are you ditching this guy for a night at home with just your brother and best friend for company?"
"Shut up. You would not find this hot if it was happening to you. This alpha male 'I'm taking charge of this relationship, and I know what's best' bullshit. I'm not a cave woman to be knocked on her head and dragged back into the cave for a good fuck." But even as I say the words, warmth fills me at the thought of him pulling me into a cave—not by the hair, mind you, but, I don't know, with some ferocity—and fucking me hard by the light of a fire
He reaches for my hand again and strokes the inside of my wrist with his thumb, softly, gently. "I was wrong," he says, his eyes so deep I want to swim in them.
I don't know what to say because I'm not sure what he's trying to say. Or maybe I do know what he's trying to say, but I don't want to know. I want to stick to the plan. I like plans. They have gotten me through life well. I don't like this off-the-book nonsense.
He stacks the paperwork back into its neat pile, which I appreciate, and pushes it back to me, unsigned. Which I most definitely do not appreciate.
"Kacie, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't let you go. I want to know you better. I want you to know me better. Give me this summer. One summer to show you we're meant to be together. If at the end of the summer you don't want what we have, I'll sign your papers. But by the end of the summer, you won't want me to."
Chapter 6
Bathtub Memories
I freeze, stunned, unsure how to respond. Of course I can't stay married to him all summer long. That's absurd. Ridiculous. Totally outrageous.
"No! You have to sign these. We have to end this now. It's not right. We're not right. We don't belong together."
He smiles, and I melt a little, but I refuse to let him see that.
"We do. I think somewhere inside that pragmatic mind of yours, you know that. But it's okay; we have time for me to show you how right we are for each other, and how wrong you are to think otherwise."
I'm getting angry for real now. "You can't force me to date you." I stand, grabbing my paperwork. "I'll hire a lawyer and make this happen without your signature."
He nods and light from the candle on the table reflects in his eyes. "You could do that, at considerable expense, and without my signature, it would still take all summer to finalize. I promise you my way will be much less expensive and more pleasurable."
I grab my purse and give him a glare I hope sets him on fire. "This is over. We are over. I'm not interested in your outlandish proposal."
It feels good to stomp away from him in all my fire and brimstone anger. Until I get outside and realize I have no way home.
Sheepishly, I call Tate, who doesn't answer. I call Vi, and she answers on the first ring. "Kacie, what's up babe? Did you marry another total stranger today?"
"Hardy, har, har, bitch. No, I'm trying to annul the one I'm already married to, but he's not signing the fucking paperwork. I just walked out on our non-date discussion, and I was hoping you could pick me up?" I give her the address.
"Sure, I just finished up with a client. Let me change into normal people clothes, and I'll be right over."
Her normal people clothes include spiked nails with silver tips over ruby red polish. A red fedora and black leather pants with red high heels and a corset with red and black roses. We don't share the same idea of “normal,” but I still love her, and right now, I love her a ton. I hug her after sliding into the passenger side of the car.
"Haven't you learned to always drive to a date in your own car?" she asks as she pulls out.
"It was tricky." I explain what happened.
"That doesn't sound tricky, that sounds hot. Why are you ditching this guy for a night at home with just your brother and best friend for company?"
"Shut up. You would not find this hot if it was happening to you. This alpha male 'I'm taking charge of this relationship, and I know what's best' bullshit. I'm not a cave woman to be knocked on her head and dragged back into the cave for a good fuck." But even as I say the words, warmth fills me at the thought of him pulling me into a cave—not by the hair, mind you, but, I don't know, with some ferocity—and fucking me hard by the light of a fire
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