Page 222 of Dangerous Encore
I need to do this like aBand-Aid.
Quick. Fast. So all that pain comes in oneburst.
I let my mind wander on the drive back to our place in Venice Beach. There's no traffic this time of night. This sky is dark. The stars are dull, but the moon is big and silver andluminous.
It'sbeautiful.
Cool breeze. Warm air. White bubbles as deep blue waves crash to the pristinesands.
It doesn't get betterthanthis.
Beautiful house. Nice car.Oceanview.
My life is a fuckingfantasy.
Except for the part about myfiancé…
No, he's trying. I need to give him a chance to figurethisout.
I park the car in the spot in front of the house and turn it off. My hand reaches for the door, but I don't pullitopen.
I need my thoughts in orderfirst.
I'm going to demand an answer at some point, but nottonight.
Not until afterfinals.
It's an excuse. I can admit that. But I think I'm willing to give myselfanout.
I've been with Kit for threeyears.
For most of myadultlife.
I'm not ready for that tobeover.
I push the door open and step outside. Cool breeze blows my hair in every direction. Pushes my t-shirt intomyskin.
It's nice.Refreshing.
I feel awake. Alive. Ready for whatever he's about totellme.
Or maybe he's not about to tell me anything. The house is dark except for the light in thebedroom.
It's a dozen steps to the door. I unlock it and pressitopen.
Moonlight bounces off the big glass table and the shiny silver coffeemaker.
Footsteps move downthehall.
"Kit?" I kick off my shoes and drop my purse and keys on the kitchencounter.
All my muscles ache at once. I'm not in the mood forconversation.
I wantcomfort.
His armsaroundme.
His lips onmyneck.
