Cash: There’s not a damn thing in the world simple about it.
Me: That’s where you’re wrong. You being married makes it simple. Who I date shouldn’t matter to you.
Cash: But it does.
Me: Why?
Cash: You know why. Do you really need me to spell it out?
Me: I think it’s past time for spelling shit out. Maybe we both need a harsh dose of reality.
Cash: The reality is I want to kill any man who fucking touches you, especially if that man is my brother.
Me: How do you think I feel? Last time I checked, you’re still wearing your wedding band.
Cash: I might have a ring on my finger, but I’m the one alone. Are you with him now? Are you going to fuck him?
My heart is thrashing too hard. Too fast. I don’t know whether to be furious or ecstatic that he’s this upset over the idea of me with someone else.
Me: No, he dropped me off. And to set things straight, I’m not fucking your brother. How could I do that when all I’d see is you?
Cash: Fuck, Jules. Why are you doing this to me?
Me: I’m not doing anything to you. There’s nothing going on with Kaden. I agreed to one date as friends, and that was all.
Cash: Please don’t lie to me. The thing I love most about you is your honesty.
Me: I wouldn’t lie to you.
I’m hurt that he would even think that, but on another level, I understand, considering what his wife did to him, and what I did to Chris.
Cash: I’m sorry for acting like a Neanderthal tonight. I know I have no right to feel possessive, but I can’t help it, Jules. You drive me crazy.
Me: Then I guess we’re both crazy. I didn’t feel right going out with your brother, but he cornered me when I asked him a favor for a friend. Going to your family’s house for dinner was the last thing I expected.
Cash: I’m sorry you had to witness that circus.
Me: You should meet my family. They’d fit right in. It would be one huge circus act.
Cash: You have a way of making me laugh, no matter what we’re talking about. You turn everything on its head. I don’t know which way is up or down anymore.
Closing my eyes, I let my head rest against the headboard for a few moments. I’m so tired. Tired of trying to do the right thing, of trying to convince myself I can’t have him. My heart simply doesn’t believe it—not when every molecule in my body belongs to him.
Me: I don’t either.
Cash: Are you in bed?
Me: Yes.
Cash: There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.
Me: You can ask me anything.
Cash: Do you sleep naked?
My skin flushes hot, and I sink deeper into the soft sheets.
Me: Yes.