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She pursed her lips together and placed her hands on the counter. “You can’t fight everyone who—”
I cut her off.
Because she was wrong.
“Yeah, I can. And I fuckin’ will. That shit does not stand with me.”
I watched as the tension in her shoulders relaxed, and her gaze fell to the floor.
In rehab, we’d been given the option to have our spouses join us for extra therapy sessions. I’d been up for it. I just wasn’t sure if Marianne would be.
Luckily—she’d agreed.
Trey didn’t opt in for sessions with Lexi. He wanted to work on himself first—and the counsellors agreed that was the best decision for him.
Marianne chewed her lip, and looked back up at me. “You’ll stay here, continue therapy, and physio, and get your new knee. After that, we’ll see what happens. This does not mean we are back together, though.” She pointed her red tipped finger at me.
I wanted to smile and hug her. But I’d have to wait.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” She tilted her head.
“Yeah, okay.” I took a few careful steps closer to her. “If you want me to sleep with a raw chicken under my bed, I’ll do that, too.”
She pursed her lips again, but this time I knew it was to stop herself from smiling. “Just for the record,” she said in a straight, steady voice, “I’ll never want you to do that.”
I nodded. “Noted.”
She looked me up and down and said, “You understand that we’ll have separate bedrooms, right?”
My eyes trailed down her body, then back up. “Whatever you say.” And that was the damn truth. I’d sleep in the stable with the horses if that’s what she wanted.
I’d waited over three decades to get her back in my bed. I could do a few more weeks or months.
“I finally got the call from the surgeon. They can get me in for a knee in two months.”
She leaned heavier on the counter. “You could probably get one here quicker,” she pointed out.
I nodded. “Maybe, but it’ll give me time to sell my place and move.”
She frowned at me and picked up her coffee. “Why would you move? There are so many memories for you guys at that house.” She sipped her coffee but kept her eyes on me.
“Healthier ways to remember, Marianne.”
She lowered her cup. “You want to move?”
I shrugged and stepped a bit closer. “Found a place just outside of Calgary. Big house, room for horses out back.” Her eyes watched my hand as I jerked it toward her laptop on the counter. “I can show you.”
She sauntered around the island, and sat down on one of the barstools. She booted up her laptop, and I wandered over.
I came up behind her, my chest to her back, and started typing in the information.
“Wes,” she whispered while staying stock still.
“Mm hmm?” I answered right next to her ear. I watched her shiver and it made me smile.
“What are you doing?”
