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I’m still alive, and life goes on.
Rory would want all of this for me, whether with him or someone else.
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered, trudging up the stairs.
I swallowed down my anxiety, but unfortunately for me, it lodged in my throat in a tight ball. Despite my best intentions, it stayed with me long after I reached Jonathan’s bedroom. My closed fist hovered above his door for what felt like an eternity before I knocked.
Of course, he opens the door shirtless, wearing nothing but low-slung pajama pants. What a slut. Just kidding. I’m here for it.
“Can I come in?”
“It’s late. Can we talk tomorrow?”
“My question was a formality. Move, or I’ll move you myself.”
He smirked softly as he hovered over me. For a second, I thought he would tell me to do my worst, but like the bright, intelligent man he was, he stepped to the side. My eyes quickly scanned his bedroom as I entered. I’d only seen the inside of his room briefly in passing, and it was exactly as I imagined—black, sleek, and minimalistic—a far cry from my cozy cottage bedroom.
“By the way you keep staring at my bed, I’d think you wanted to be in it.”
“Just looking for bed bugs,” I answered flippantly.
“That has to be the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.”
“You would know,” I answered, watching him drop onto the expansive platform bed. “You forced yourself into my bedroom to talk, so let’s talk.”
“I didn’t force myself.”
“I was under duress to let you in. As I said—forced.”
“Enough with your fancy lawyer talk. I need you to shut up and listen.”
The corner of his delicious mouth ticked before saying, “You have the floor.”
Here goes.
“I have feelings for you, but as I say this, I feel I’m betraying Rory. Although it’s been over half a year since his passing, the words ‘too soon’ flash in my head. But it doesn’t make sense because my actions say otherwise. I don’t wear my ring any longer.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“I looked up some ideas on something special I could do with it. Some were a little extreme, but I settled on framing it with a picture of us.”
“That’s beautiful, Kierra.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling myself get misty-eyed. “Being a parent is a huge responsibility, wouldn’t you agree?”
“It is. I have three responsibilities of my own.”
“I have a duty to Kiyah to go about this—” I paused and pointed between us “—in a way that is comfortable for her. That “too soon” that has been gnawing at me was not for me—it’s for Kiyah.”
