Page 84 of The Wife Situation

Mom had true love with my father. I had some fucked-up version that I thought was real. Boy, was I fooled. My ex knew exactly what to say to me to appease me. I think that’s why I couldn’t believe he had a second life with someone else.

“I’ve been thinking about my past relationship and what I miss about it.”

“Yeah?” He listens intently as we eat.

“Companionship. The sex was never good, so it’s not even that. Years of bad sex—it sounds like a curse I got from a witch in the woods.”

Easton chuckles and nearly chokes. My eyes widen, and I’m two seconds away from doing the Heimlich, but he waves me away when I stand.

“Don’t go dying on me,” I whisper, sitting back down. “The rumors would be awful. Everyone would think I did it!”

He catches his breath. “So, you want companionship?”

“And amazing sex,” I whisper.

“That would complicate things.”

I take a sip of my drink. “Would it?”

“I wouldn’t want you falling in love with me, Lexi. And once that happened, you’d be a fiend, begging for more.” Easton picks up a napkin, trying to hide his smirk, that one that drives the tip of Cupid’s arrow straight into my heart.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

He gives me a cocky-as-fuck shrug. “I’ve been told I’m addictive, like a drug.”

I chuckle. “And I’m sure you believe it.”

“Seeing is believing, darling.”

He finishes his fries, and when his phone buzzes, I take the opportunity to excuse myself.

“I need to go to the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back.”

He laughs. “Good luck in there.”

I turn to him. “I’ll be okay.”

I move my chair under the table before walking around the corner and down the long hallway. The restroom is at the end, and when I enter, I take a deep breath and close my eyes tight.

Needing confirmation, I pull my phone from my back pocket and text one of my best friends from home, the only one who can give logical advice without emotions or matchmaking. She’s a computer genius, the most intelligent person I’ve ever met. We’ve been best friends since we were kids.

Lexi

How do I tell if I’m falling in love?

Her text bubble immediately pops up.

Remi

If you could invite anyone to hop in your dad’s hot rod and go on a road trip with you … who’d that be?

Lexi

Fuck.

Remi

Falling in love is the easy part. Keeping it is when it gets complicated.

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