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bothered to get to. I hung shelves, raked leaves. Things that other people dreaded, I now looked forward to. I was completely independent. My mother would be proud. She always told me men weren’t a necessity for any woman. When Alex and I had moved into this house and found the movers had left the couch in the center of the room and Alex was nowhere to be found, she picked up one end, gesturing for me to get the other.
    “Leave it, Mom, we need a man to take care of that.”
    She walked over to me and firmly gripped my shoulders, pinning me with a seriousness I’d never seen.
    “You don’t need a man for anything. Especially for something you can do yourself, do you hear me, Violet?” I nodded, not arguing with her, and picked up the end of the couch.
    I painted my soon to be ex-husband’s old office and made it my own. It was progress.
    I had found a small amount of normalcy and saw that I was losing the extra weight I had put on over the last year. My arms were leaner, firmer, and the small amount of pudge around my middle was disappearing.
    I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
    Remembering Rhys’s words about my body made my chest heavy.
    Rhys .
    My heart squeezed. No matter how busy I kept myself, he was always in the back of my mind. Then thoughts of our last encounter would come flashing back. The room lit in a soft glow of orange, the feel of the leather chair, the scent of the oil, the sound of our moans mixed, all stayed with me.
    He had raised my level of sexual awareness to the top in just over a month. I thought I would need a year to find out what I did and didn’t want, but in a short amount of time he had shown me a little of both.
    But nothing was off limits when it came to him. I would do whatever he wanted. His pleasure was my aphrodisiac. It was him that I craved most.
    I didn’t need a man, I wanted one. I wanted Rhys.
    He doesn’t want you anymore, Vi .
    I needed to accept it, I just couldn’t. And there was no way I could give him up. Not yet. Maybe our time was short. Maybe his intention was to end things. He said he was a relationship type of guy, maybe he would meet someone and end our sessions. That thought alone had me working longer hours, running in circles in my mind while I kept busy with my body. I would wait and endure his distance until I couldn’t do it anymore.
    I just couldn’t give him up.

    Brunch with my mother that Sunday proved to be a difficult task. I was anxious about the outcome of my divorce. I should have just taken the money. Being free of Alex would be the best part of it. Brunch with my mother had sounded like a good idea at the time. She had driven me to The Carmine House, a beautiful three story mansion nestled in the heart of Carmine Plantation. It was my favorite place to dine, and on that particular day, I had no desire to appreciate it. I sighed looking over my menu.
    “What is it, Vi? You haven’t said three words since I picked you up.” My mother leaned over the table, concern in her eyes.
    “Nothing, really, Mom. Don’t worry,” I said, motioning for the waiter. I wanted a Bloody Mary and fast. I just wanted to enjoy this day with my mother, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about the grey-eyed man who had been punishing both my heart and body. I had two men fucking up my mojo. This was unacceptable.
    “Mom, I’ll be honest. I’ve been seeing a man who is absolutely beautiful. He’s smart, funny, sexy as hell, and seems to have a good heart, but I’ve ruined my chances with him.” I closed my menu, my appetite gone, and took an olive from the Bloody Mary just set before me and popped it into my mouth.
    “Well, what happened?” My mother was on the edge of her seat. I never gave her dirty details, but I had a feeling all through high school and college and even after, she lived vicariously through me. Having found my father at such a young age, she didn’t have the chance to really date around. Although she seemed content,