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hooked up? I’m not surprised. What does this mean for the two of you?”
      “I don’t know. He’s been acting weird and we haven’t really talked about things. Now I’m wondering if it’s because he knows Mesquite is coming back.”
      I was ninety-nine percent sure that was the reason.
      “Honey, this is something you probably need to figure out before Mesquite comes back.”
      Except there wasn’t enough time to figure anything out – that could take years.
      I stood, needing to move. “Why does it even matter if he comes back or not? He made his choice!”
      “Jesus, Jamie. Did you not get any of the texts I sent while you were gone? It matters because he’s single !”
      “What?”
      I felt faint. Oh my god. What in the hell had I missed?
      “He told Richmond he made a huge mistake by not picking you and that he ended it with his fiancée for good. I texted you as soon as I heard.”
      I shook my head. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
      “Jamie, you need to talk to Denver. Tonight .”
      I nodded, but didn’t promise anything.
      She stood. “I better get going. Mr. Grumpy Pants wanted soup for dinner so I’m going to make sure it’s ready for him.” She hugged me. “Sorry for always being the bearer of bad news.”
      She let herself out and I went to the window to look out. Mesquite was coming back. Denver and I had hooked up. And now we were going to have a talk I wasn’t ready to have. Ugh. Why hadn’t I just stayed in Cancun?
     
     
    December 24
      It’s amazing how sex can be used to avoid something. It was working wonderfully in my situation. Kind of. Denver sighed in contentment and rolled next to me in the bed. The heavyweight belt sat on the dresser across the room and gleamed in the light.
      Watching him win had been awesome, but I couldn’t help feel dread, too. And poor Richmond had cried as he limped away from the ring, which wasn’t scripted. LaTonya waited for him backstage, though, so hopefully he’d let her comfort him.
      “What time do you have to get up in the morning?”
      “I need to be on the road by eight. Are you coming with me?”
      The next event was in Lincoln, Nebraska. It was freezing in Kansas City. I could only imagine what it’d be like in Nebraska.
      “I might just fly home for a few days.”
      “I don’t blame you. I’m not looking forward to freezing my balls off.”
      I laughed. “You live in Colorado. You should be used to it.”
      “This is a different kind of cold.” He was silent for a moment and then said, “Jamie, we need to talk, but I really don’t want to do it yet.”
      “Then don’t.”
      I was being unfair and I knew it. We needed to talk, but I was scared.
      Denver pulled me on top, so that I straddled him. “Then let’s do other things.”
      I was more than willing to oblige.
     
     
    December 25
      It sucked that Denver had to work on Christmas Day, but for me it meant a fairly quiet travel day. Most people had already rushed home and my flight wasn’t crowded. I’d used points and sat in first class, which meant there was a much-needed glass of champagne waiting for me.
      I couldn’t get my mind off Denver and Mesquite. What did I want to happen? It wasn’t fair to Denver to drag things out if I wasn’t ready to commit. But was I? I thought I was over Mesquite, but last night I had a dream about him and now - now I wasn’t sure.
      Our relationship had been a whirlwind. We moved too fast and fell too hard. Had I even really loved him? That’s what bothered me. Deep down I think I had. But then I got scared about living with him and he’d picked his ex over me. And that was that.
      Wasn’t it?
     
     
    December 26
      Denver called to say he couldn’t come to Texas like we’d planned.
      “It’s part of the deal, Jamie. I’m the champ now. I have to promote for the next pay-per-view.”
      I held back a sigh. “But we were supposed to talk.”
      “And