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I lean back and sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Yes.”
Luna smiles. “You’re different around her. Softer. Happier. She’s good for you, Miles. She smoothes out all of your hard lines, and somehow, she’s managed to crack through your hard exterior.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I sigh loudly. “I lied to her.”
Luna shrugs, taking another bite of toast. “So fix it.”
“It’s not that easy,” I mutter.
“I never said it would be easy,” she deadpans. “She could very well walk out the front door and never return once you come clean. But it’s better to tell her now. Lay it all out in the open in the beginning. Build that foundation of a marriage on truth and honesty. Don’t start this journey on a house of cards. Don’t let it collapse before it even begins.”
My lips tug into a smile as I consider her words. “When did you become so wise?” I tease.
She laughs as she collects our plates, walking to the sink. “I’ve always been wise. You’ve just been too cranky to notice.”
I huff a laugh. “I appreciate the advice. Thank you.”
When she’s done putting our dishes away, she places her hands on her hips and winks. “You should get some sleep. I’ve seen the emails come in; you have a busy day tomorrow.”
Without another word, Luna walks out of the kitchen, and I stand up to begin the task of cleaning up the mess.
I have to tell Estelle about the money, and I have to do it soon.
Because if there’s one thing tonight proved, it’s that there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go after the year is up.
I want her—allof her.
I want to make her happy, to cook her food, to kiss her, to spar with her, to wake up every morning to the feel of her curls suffocating me…
To make sure she’s taken care of when she’s sad.
Towatch peoplewith her.
To watchher.
I want it all. Every second. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My heart hammers in my chest as realization dawns.
I’m in love with my wife.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
THE INTERVIEW
Stella
The next two days are so busy that I hardly see Miles. I don’t even have time for my daily walks. He’s in the office by seven, and usually not home until dinner. Being that we’re both working extremely hard, we catch up quickly over a home-cooked meal, and then we both go our separate ways after a quick kiss. It’s oddly domestic, and while I wish I could spend some genuine time with him, I know it’s only temporary for both of us.
Ravage Consulting Firm was inundated with over a hundred inquiries, and I know Miles and Chase are fielding potential clients all day long. It’s exciting, but I can tell it’s taking a toll on Miles. Every night during dinner, he seems distracted and physically exhausted.
Not that I’m doing any better.
After I’d received the email from the editor-in-chief ofCosmopolitanmagazine, I’d gone into beast mode. The interview was scheduled for Saturday morning in Beverly Hills, and I wanted to be sure I had everything I needed before then. I decided to pay my web designer a rush fee, ensuring my website could handle any extra traffic in the coming weeks. I also added a countdown timer to the main page for the launch—which I was forced to schedule. If I’m going to be featured in Cosmo, I need to have a place to send people.
The website and logo is now done and ready to launch in six months.
That meant scheduling social media posts, a bit of advertising, and lots of coordinating with manufacturing facilities. Miles has a contact with one of my favorite places in downtown Los Angeles, meaning all my clothing would be made here in California. I spent all day Friday sourcing fabrics and materials, sending them all to the factory to get samples.
