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I winced. “She did?” I didn’t know anything about that. No one told me shit once I got back to Denver. Or before.
He nodded. “She has feelings for you, too. I’d say she even loves you.”
I shook my head, even though his words gave me hope. Hope that hurt like fucking hell.
“No. She was mad because I was only Mr. Right Now, and being married to her keeps her from nabbing Mr. Right. I’m legally keeping her from the one thing she wants. No guy’s going to date a married woman, even if it was because we were drunk.”
He stopped again, set his hand on my shoulder.
“You are Mr. Right, you dumbass. You’ve been Mr. Right all along. Show her that.”
47
LINDY
* * *
I stared at the book revisions my editor sent me. The markups were like the last two books she’d done, finding typos and grammar issues that were always there no matter how much I searched. But there was a note at the end that I couldn’t get past.
* * *
This is the steamiest book yet! The plot is good. The characters are good, but there’s something missing. It’s… hot, but lacks feeling. Something’s off and I can’t put my finger on it.
* * *
I knew exactly what she meant. Those sex scenes I wrote and Lucy loved made my panties wet. But they were only sexy. Word porn to tantalize the readers. But the hero and heroine didn’t gel. It lacked feeling as she said. I couldn’t even blame it on my mood because I sent her the file before I went to Las Vegas.
“Fuck!” I said, resting my elbows on the table and setting my head in my hands.
“Why are you swearing at your computer?” Bridget called. “I can’t believe bookkeeping is that frustrating.”
She was in the laundry room folding towels.
While she still stayed at Mav’s she popped in every day to check on me. She didn’t say it, but I knew. She never folded towels voluntarily.
The fixes from the tree were done. Drywall was replaced. Paint completed. Even the new stove was in. There was no outward–or inward–sign that a tree ever fell on the house.
I realized she was used to me working after hours. Thought Claudia was a slave driver. Just like Dex had. I took a breath, let it out.
Just thinking about him still hurt, but I’d survived so far.
“Bridge, come here.”
She stuck her head out of the laundry room. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just… come here.”
She set the folded towel on the table and settled into a chair across from me.
“I have something to tell you.”
The look of panic stole over her face.
“Sorry, nothing bad. But… well, I’ve been keeping a big secret.”
“Okay,” she said slowly, pushing her glasses up.
“I know I said I’ve been working at night here on my laptop,” I tilted my head to the screen. “But it’s not work. Not accounting work.”
