When I finally felt a flicker of calm, I decided to drive to Evie’s place instead of drowning alone in my apartment with a bottle. I picked up my phone and called her.
“Cam?” I heard her voice answering my call.
“I’m coming over. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay,” I heard the smile in her voice.
I hung up and pressed the gas a little harder.
When I arrived, she opened the door wearing a short satin nightgown in soft blue, her brunette hair tied in a messy bun, her face bare of makeup. She looked effortlessly beautiful.
“Hi, babe,” she said, breathless. I stepped inside and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
I smiled at her. “I need to take a quick shower first. Grab a beer for me, please?”
“Sure,” she said, closing the door behind her.
I moved through the apartment, every corner familiar, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
When I finished, I realized I hadn’t brought any extra clothes, as I always do.
“Evie,” I called out from the bedroom. “Did I leave any underwear here?”
“Yeah,” she replied from the other room. “There’s one in the middle drawer.”
I walked over to the drawer, rummaging through its contents until I found what I was looking for. I slipped on the black boxers and made my way back to the living room, which was combined with the kitchen.
Evie was stirring something on the stove when I slipped up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I murmured.
She turned her head and pressed her lips to mine.
I kissed her back more fiercely than I intended, as there was so much pent-up frustration and anger I needed to release.
“I’m still cooking,” she murmured against my lips, chuckling softly.
“Are you really that hungry?” I asked, trailing my mouth down to suck on her neck.
“I’m cooking for you,” she said between moans.
“I’m not that hungry.”
I spun her around and switched off the stove. Then I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her toward the bedroom.
“We have more important matters to discuss.”
She laughed. “And what’s that?”
I set her down gently on the bed, standing at the edge.
“I’m getting a divorce.”
Evie froze, staring at me, words caught somewhere between shock and disbelief.
We had talked about this before, countless times. She needed reassurance that we were headed somewhere. She knew I was still married but separated in body and heart—that Sloane andI had just been going through the motions, picking our way through the wreckage of a broken marriage.
“She and I talked last night. I told her about you.”
