Page 146 of The Wife Situation

“Those are theI’m getting fucked tonightboots,” she says. “Ah man!”

Easton chuckles in the next room.

She moves the phone closer to her mouth, like it makes a difference. “How are things?”

“Amazing,” I whisper. “I have so much to catch you up on when I return to the city tomorrow. Let’s plan something.”

“Like a wedding?” she asks with a laugh.

“Hush!” I playfully roll my eyes, but I smile. “Maybe.”

She squeals. “Oh my fucking God, Lexi. You’re in the stupid in-love phase.”

“Shh,” I say, putting my finger over my mouth, my cheeks heating. “Don’t be so loud.”

“You don’t think he knows? Look at you! You’re practically glowing,” she says. “Love looks good on you.”

“Okay, okay, I gotta go now,” I tell her. The facts are truthing too hard. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Tell your brother to call me.”

“Which one?” I ask.

“Either.”

As I shake my head, I end the call and glance at myself in the mirror.

Shit, she’sright. I am glowing.

“You didn’t hear any of that,” I say, knowing he can still hear me because the space isn’t that large.

“Hear what?” he states.

“That’s what I thought. Now, back to your question.”

He turns to me.

“You. You’re the person I want.”

He smiles, leaning against the wall, and looks out the window toward the barn. “When you’re ready, we’ll go there.”

I tuck my hair behind my ears and stand beside him. Cars fill the pasture; if I had to guess, at least fifty people are at Remi’s party.

Easton smiles. “I think we should build a home here. That way, you can visit your family and friends when you please.”

I meet his eyes, unsure how this man can be more perfect. “That would beincredible.”

“And if you decide to sign the divorce papers, you can keep it,” he says. “A gift from me to you.”

“Easton,” I whisper, knowing, right now, there’s an expiration date on this—on us. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes.”

“Yeah. Ready to go?” he asks, looking at his watch. I notice the abrupt subject change. “I think the party started forty-five minutes ago.”

A laugh escapes me. Might be able to take the man out of the corporate office, but can’t take the corporate office out of the man.

“That means we’re right on time. Now, let’s go drink some shitty beer and dance the night away.”

“The things I do for you,” he says.

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