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A veryangryangel.
My wife.
It’s just me, Nadia, and a ringing phone in the hallway.
My throat closes up. My chest gets tight. My pulse thrums like crazy. My stomach turns itself upside down.
This is what a heart attack feels like. I’m pretty fucking sure.
25
NADIA
I’m storming down the community center hallway when a charming six-foot-two sight appears in the distance in front of me. My footsteps suddenly falter, my knees swaying like feather reeds beneath me.
I knew my chances of finding Harry here were fairly decent, which is why I took the morning off from work to come down here today. Even though with the way files are piling up on my desk, I really can’t afford to be missing any more time at the office.
Now, it’s just me and Harry here. He’s all the way at the other end of the hallway with his phone cradled in his palm.
Before I can open my mouth, my phone starts ringing loudly. Shit—I need to get this.
With the luck I’ve been having lately, it’s probably my assistant calling to deliver the news that someone from the company is getting sued. Or arrested. Or worse.
Harry’s head snaps up and now, he’s staring at me like he’s looking at a ghost. I’m not sure what message my own facial expression might be conveying at the moment so I won’t judge his reaction. Seeing my ridiculously hot accidental husband in person does things to my insides that I wasn’t expecting.
I pull out my still-ringing phone, never taking my eyes off of Harry. I’m terrified to break eye contact for even a second. Now that he’s standing just a few feet from me, no freaking way I’m letting him disappear on me again.
Without looking at my screen, I answer the call and bring the phone up to my ear. “Hello?”
Harry swallows thickly then brings his own phone to his lips. “Hi…” His familiar voice sounds in my ear and the soothing sensation that washes over me is instant.
And troubling.
Because how the heck does he have this effect on me?
I glance away from him just long enough to check my caller ID and make sure I’m not hallucinating. I frown. “It’syou,” I say dumbly into the phone, my gaze shooting to my husband across the distance. “You’re calling me.”
Harry gives an awkward shrug, and his boyish smile seems to bridge the space between us. “I am…”
No. I won’t just melt on command for this man. That’s not how this works.
My gaze narrows on him. “You’ve been avoiding me,” I accuse. I imagine the in-person me and the phone me are creating one hell of an echo for Harry, but he doesn’t even flinch.
Staring at each other, face to face, we both hold our phones to our faces like idiots.
His jaw hardens for a moment, and I’m positive he’s going to start spewing excuses. But then his shoulders fall. I hear a heavy sigh through the phone, and then he says, “I…I have. I’m sorry, Nadia.”
“Honesty. I respect that,” I say, meeting that dark gaze of his that ties me into knots.
He tears off his ball cap and plunges his fingers into his hair. “Yeah, well, I admit that I haven’t been so respectable these days.” The defeated expression on his face softens the hard edges of my anger.
My heart squeezes. He really is a good guy. We both just made some bad decisions that landed us in this mess.
I end the call and slide my phone back into my purse. We take tentative steps toward each other, meeting in the middle.
“Harry, we need to talk.”
He looks like he might argue. But he doesn’t. “I know.”
