Page 93 of Forgotten Desires

After the Paris trip, Crew and I fall into an easy routine. We get Layla on Wednesdays for dinner, where we stay in the apartment and let her run our world. He travels sometimes. Then, on the weekends we head to Sugarloaf whether we have her or not.

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Celeste asks as I’ve taken over the dining room table with papers.

Thea signed three clients and my husband mentioned my company to some of his friends, so I’ve been swamped with drawing up proposals.

It’s a good problem to have, and has kept me insanely busy as Crew has been trying to catch up on his work.

I glance up, my topknot falling in my face. “Huh?”

“Food, Brynn. You have to eat. Carson will not be happy if he comes home to find you starved and passed out on the table.”

I huff, causing my hair to fly out of my eye. “He’ll get over it.”

She smiles. “Maybe a sandwich or some soup? Just something to keep your stamina up.”

“Both would be great,” I say, feeling appreciation at her kindness.

I’ve spent a lot of time with Cliff and Celeste the last week. Crew had an emergency at one of the food factories in Arizona.

Since we got married, he’s been home or with me and I didn’t realize how abnormal that is for him until Celeste explained his regular schedule.

No matter how busy he is, he calls me every night. We talk for about an hour, he tells me about his day and I relay mine. It’s really sweet that he does it. Not that I’m overly surprised, since he tends to make me see how much he cares all the time.

For example, every morning I wake up to a donut on the bedside table.

On cue, my phone rings.

I slide the button and his beautiful face fills my screen.

“Hi,” I say with a smile.

“Hi to you. Where are you?” Crew asks.

“At the dining room table, which is basically my conference room.”

He laughs. “You know I have two other offices. Take one.”

“I don’t need an office.”

“I think you do, since you’ve overtaken the dining room.”

I shrug. “I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think, Bee, just pick one. I’ll have the decorator call you so you can make it how you need.”

When he says and does things like this, it makes my head go in a million directions. I have my surgery in a little over two weeks and the custody hearing is scheduled for five weeks out. When all of that settles, what is he going to do with my office?

Am I even going to see him? Do we get a divorce? What if I want this to be more, be everything real because nothing about this entire thing has felt like a sham or a mirage?

Our entire marriage has been exactly what I would’ve hoped for in my life and more.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“One day you’re going to stop arguing about this with me.”

“High-handed man,” I grumble.

Crew smiles. “How was your day?”

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