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I want to be his.
“Teddy Bear,” Alex says softly, reaching up to cup my cheek. “That man is gaga over you. You don’t have to be scared of him.”
“I’m worried I don’t think rationally when it comes to him.”
Alex’s smile goes a little crooked. “Honey. That’s love.”
I huff a laugh, and Alex’s hand drops. “What if I’m only seeing what I want?” I ask. “What if I’m imagining what we are?”
“Well, you see… There’s this thing called talking.”
“Smartass,” I grumble.
Alex gives me a wink.
“We talk about a lot,” I tell him. “We talk about wants and safewords and limits.”
“Oof,” Alex says, fanning his face. “To be a fly on the wall.”
“But we haven’t talked about us,” I admit. Not since I laid the ground rules the first time I got him off. When I implied we were temporary. That once we got divorced, our game would be done. I cringe. “Shit.”
“And there it is, folks,” Alex says, standing up and holding his arms wide. He spins in a circle, as if calling to the nonexistent crowd, and then he takes a bow. “My job here is done.”
“You are such a little shit.”
Alex cackles.
“I need to talk to him,” I say.
“Yes,” Alex answers, patting my head. “You do.” He jumps back when I take a swipe at him. “Let me know how it goes.”
As Alex skips off, I blow out a breath, resting my elbows on my knees.
Shit. How the hell do I tell my husband I want to date?
Chapter 24
Kipp
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” I say, nodding along as the client in my ear explains, in excruciating, unnecessary detail, why the color blue we chose isn’t consistent with their brand, even going so far as to say it’s an offensive choice. Yikes. When they finally stop talking long enough to breathe, I cut in. “We can go with a different blue. That’s not a problem. How about I have my team draft up a few options for you?”
We finish discussing color choices, and, crisis averted, I end the call and relay the information to Jacob, who’s the developer for the project. I’m just sitting back in my chair when my personal phone vibrates with a text.
Teddy: Want to grab dinner tonight?
I squint at the text for an inordinately long time. Don’t we usually eat dinner together? He said grab. Does that mean he wants to get something from a restaurant? Does he want me to get it?
Me: You want me to pick something up on my way home?
Teddy: No, I mean go out. The two of us.
Oh.
Me: Sure!
Teddy: Cool.
Cool? I’m back to squinting. Since when does Teddy say cool?
