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She laughs again.
“I’ve got to shower before I die.” I grab Bree’s hand and drag her up the stairs, into my bathroom. We stand next to each other and stare at our dishevelled reflections in the mirror.
“Oh, man.” Bree frowns. “What the hell happened and where are the kids?”
“At my mother’s.”
I turn the shower on and untie the gold beads from my head. “I’ve got to go get them.” My eyes widen as horror dawns. “Where’s my car?”
She puts her hands over her mouth and laughs out loud.
“Oh, that was a great idea, Einstein. Let’s get fucked up.” I roll my eyes.
I stand under the water and Brielle gags over the sink. “I think I’m going to die,” she grumbles.
“Serves you right, you fucking maniac.”
She climbs under the water with me, and we wrap our arms around each other. I kiss the top of her head as the hot water runs over us. “Did we have sex?”
“I’m on the pill, so it’s okay if we did.” She kisses my chest.
We hold each other for a long time and I smile to myself as the memories filter back to me. I don’t remember the last time I had fun like that.
Bree kisses my chest and looks up at me. “So… you’re going to be my boyfriend now?”
I frown down at her. “What?”
“Don’t.” She kisses my lips. “Don’t take it back.”
“I’m not any good at boyfriend stuff.” I sigh sadly.
She kisses my chest again. “I know this must be hard for you after losing your wife. I know why you don’t let anyone close. You’re such a good husband to grieve so deeply for her.”
What?
I step back from her as my blood runs cold. My eyes hold hers as the hot water runs over my head and down my face.
Time seems to stand still. “I’m a good husband?” I ask. “You think I’m a good husband?” She nods.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” I sneer.
She pales, but doesn’t speak.
“My wife died on the day I asked her for a divorce.”
Bree’s face falls and her eyes search mine. “How? How did she die?”
“She killed herself.”
Chapter Eighteen
Brielle
“W-what?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “You heard me.”
He grabs the shampoo and begins to soap up his hair while I stare at him.
