Page 34 of Can't Get Over You
She rolled her eyes. “Please. I know what I am.”
“What does that mean?” Didn’t she get that curves were a big fucking turn-on? Watching an ass jiggle or tits bounce was hot. What man didn’t get hard with a handful of plump flesh?
He’d spent years imagining sweet, innocent Finlay in bed. But now, after a decade of relationships, she’d know exactly what she liked, and that was even hotter.
“It means I have a booty and boobs, and I can only wear certain brands that fit my shape.”
Your shape’s always been my favorite.But he wouldn’t tell her that. Not an hour after she’d run from her wedding. “Other than the jeans, how’re you feeling?”
She tipped her head back. “Nothing’s really sunk in. Well, except the fact I left everyone to deal with the fallout.”
“Go ahead and use my phone.”
She eyed it in the cupholder like it was a rabid animal. “Yeah, okay. Thanks. I’ll text my parents and Willa.” She picked it up. “What’s the passcode?”
“66673.”
As she punched in the numbers, she said, “That’s random.”
“Not really. It spells out moose. I’ve had it since high school.” Hopefully, she wouldn’t figure it out. He didn’t see how she would.
“Thanks.” She swiped and started tapping. “I’ll tell them I’m okay, I’m with a friend, and I’ll get in touch in a little bit.” She put it back and slunk lower in her seat. “They’re going to blow up your phone. You know that, right?”
“It’s fine. At least they’ll know you’re alive and well.”
“I know I should be crying my eyes out or…something. But right now, I’m numb.” She lifted her hands. “I mean, literally, I have no feeling in my body at all.” She pulled the waistband of her jeans. “Except here.” She laughed. “This, I feel.”
“We’ll get you something to wear at my dad’s house.” He flicked on his turn signal, braking for the unmarked street that led to his dad’s place deep in the woods. “Do you want to talk about what he did?”
“He didn’t cheat.”
“Yeah, you said that.”
“I did, right? I guess I’m trying to minimize it.” She pressed her hands over her stomach. “I found out he’s got a daughter. Like, literally five minutes before I walked down the aisle.”
“So he hid the fact that he had a kid?”
“Yes. He did. He said he only found out three months ago. That his ex called out of the blue and told him they had a child.”
“But he didn’t tell you?”What an asshole.“Isn’t that something you share with the person you’re going to spend your life with?”
“Exactly. And I know a lot of people will say it’s not a reason to end a relationship. They’ll think I have a problem raising some other woman’s child.”
“That’s not the point.”
“No, it’s not. But I should’ve handled it better. Like you said, it’s a small town, and everyone’s going to talk about what I did.They’re going to think I’m a fool for walking away from a good man just because he was still processing the fact that he had a child.”
“Well, who was he processing with? It sure as hell wasn’t the woman he planned on marrying. For three months, he’s talked to you, brushed teeth next to you, and made plans with you, and the entire time, he was grappling with a huge secret. How can you ever trust him again?”
“And just like that”—she snapped her fingers—“feeling came back into my body.”
“I think you’ll be surprised how many people will agree with you. Who wants a lifetime of trust issues?”
“You’re exactly right. I can’t marry a man who hides things from me. We need to be a team, to handle things together.”
“What was his reason for keeping it from you?” Sounded manipulative to him.
“I don’t know. We didn’t get that far. I hate that he was going to put a ring on my finger before telling me, but at the same time, I can’t help but wonder why he felt he had to deal with it alone.”
