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“I totally agree,” I smile, this time with more confidence. “The only reason I left my previous job was to come home, otherwise I’d still be there now.”
She glances over my resume one more time, and then picks up the phone. “Do you mind if I make that phone call right now?”
“No, please do.”
I listen intently as she talks to my old boss. She smiles and I can hear his booming voice over the other end of the line. He’s telling her what a good employee I was and how he wishes I would come back. They’ve already had to fire my replacement for stealing money.
When she gets off the phone, she gives me a grin. “Welcome aboard, Delia. You’ll love it here, and we’re glad to have you.”
“Thank you,” I hold my hand out to hers, shaking it.
Hopefully with this one big step, I can manage to make a life here in Bradford I’d only dreamed of before.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Delia
The night is cool,bordering on cold. Chance has given me one of his hoodies and a beanie to put on over my head. We’re celebrating the first week at my new job and hopefully what’s going to be a new start for the two of us. Gavin went to sleep an hour ago, and now we’re sitting on the pavers he set up after I was gone. I admire what he did out here, because it’s what we’d planned while I still lived here. The son of a bitch got rid of my garden, though, and for that I may never forgive him.
“This is nice,” I take a drink of the beer he brought out to me.
“Yeah, I needed a place to come and decompress when you left. I’d sit out here at night and drink. Worry about where you were and if you were okay. Turns out I didn’t have to do much of that, because it looks like you were doing fine on your own,” he gives me a grin over his beer bottle.
“I wasn’t fine,” I scoff. “There were nights I laid in the tiny apartment I rented, in a rough part of town, I might add, scared to death. I kept telling myself it was to prove I could do it without you. I wanted Gavin to know I was an independent person, something I thought I lost when the two of us got married. That I could stand on my own two feet.”
He takes a heavy swallow from his bottle. “While I respect the fact you felt you needed to prove this to yourself, I don’t understand why you had to do it without me. I could’ve helped you prove your independence, Lia.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong. I couldn’t have.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to me?” He begs.
“You’re never going to understand, you’ve never doubted who you are.”
He stands up in frustration. “I doubt myself all the time. The minute I came home and found you gone, I doubted our whole relationship. What I didn’t doubt is that you loved me; until right then.”
“I do love you, I’ve always loved you,” I press the words between frozen lips. “That’s never changed. Me leaving wasn’t about loving you or not loving you. It was about loving myself and Gavin. It was about trying to be the bigger person and not ruining what we had here.”
“You came pretty close to ruining it, I have to be honest with you about that. There were a few times I thought about getting an absentia divorce. Even looked into it once or twice. Then I thought maybe you’d come back and if we were divorced, there’d be no reason for you to come back,” he shrugs. “And I wanted you to come back, because no matter what I love you,” his voice is ragged with the admission.
Standing up, I walk over to him, and lean down. “Please know none of this was ever about you. It was one thousand percent about me,” I whisper.
He reaches up, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand. With the gentlest of motions, he connects our lips together. It starts out as a merging of lovers who haven’t touched in a while and as our hungry mouths attack one another, it ends up turning into more.
His tongue tangles with mine, his fingers dig into my scalp, pulling me onto his lap. My legs spread of their own accord as I sink down onto him. I rock against his hard length, and his fingers fumble with the edge of his hoodie. “Take it off,” I beg.
Those words break us out of our spell, we pull apart. “This isn’t a good idea,” he whispers. “Maybe it’s best if you go to bed.”
I don’t want to go to bed, but there’s a possibility we’ll fuck this up if we do things on a spur of the moment. “Yeah, maybe I should.”
I can’t help but dip my head down to his, and steal another kiss before I stand up and run into the house.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Chance
The kisswe shared last night plays over and over in my head. I’d gone to bed with a rock-hard cock, and now I remember just how hot it was between us.
I’ve been able to move those thoughts to the background while she’s been here, but that kiss? It put them all at the forefront, and last night I slept like shit.
