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responsibilities and she’d completely blown them off for a night with Christian—one more night.
Victoria raced up the stairs to her bathroom, where one look in the mirror clearly stated what she’d done all night. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smudged. And the dress Christian’s family had bought her still hung on her the second day.
She picked up her hairbrush and quickly ran it through her hair, pulling it back and capturing it into a band for a ponytail, high on her head. Scrubbing her face and brushing her teeth made her feel a little bit more human, but no less rushed. It wasn’t until she’d stripped off the dress and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and her old worn out university T-shirt that she realized the car seats were in Scott’s car.
She fell to her bed and sobbed before finding her cell phone and calling Sonia.
“Where are you? You’re scaring me,” Sonia answered the phone, her voice shaky.
“I got home and realized Scott has the kids’ car seats in his car.”
“And where is Scott? Didn’t he stay with you?”
Victoria swallowed hard. “No. He got called away on business. I don’t know where his car is.”
“Craig can take the kids. I’ll bring yours home and we are going to talk. Get a pot of coffee ready. I want to know what is going on with you.”
Victoria wanted to argue, but she knew better. She agreed, hung up the phone, and quickly got into the shower so Sonia had less ammunition to fire with when she saw her.
Forty-five minutes later Victoria poured Sonia a cup of coffee and set it on the table as the kids settled in front of the TV to watch Brave for the millionth time. She’d already zipped up Ali’s Merida dress, as that was the uniform for when the movie was on.
She sat down at the table and looked up at her best friend whose face already wore the look begging her to spill about her night.
Victoria took a sip of coffee and set the mug back on the table. “Scott had to fly out yesterday. One of his clients got into some trouble.”
“And you stayed at the wedding?”
She nodded. “Those people were supposed to be family to me. They invited me, bought my dress, and I wanted to be with them.”
“Them?”
“Yes, them.”
Sonia sat back in the high backed wooden chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Christian?”
She cleared her throat. “He was there.”
“And?”
Her mouth was growing dry. “And he asked me to dance after we had a few glasses of champagne.” She thought a moment. “Or ten.”
“So you got drunk at Ed’s wedding and danced with your ex?”
“Yep.”
“And common sense had you staying at the hotel?”
Or lack of, she thought. “Mmm-hmmm.” She sipped her coffee again.
“You stayed the night with Christian at the hotel.” Sonia’s eyes had grown wider and so had her knowing smile.
“Don’t be like that. I was drunk.”
“And he took advantage of you?”
Victoria thought about the night and how she’d given into him so completely and how comfortable it had been.
“Not exactly.”
Sonia leaned in over the table. “Tori, you’re still in love with him. What were you doing?”
“Having one more moment,” she said softly.
“And Christian?”
One more night.
Victoria stood up and paced the floor. “I made a mistake. I just miss him so much.”
“And did you tell him that?”
“No. I know this is too much for him.”
“A year ago it was too much. Maybe now…”
“No.” She shook her head and sat back down as to not draw the kids’ attention. “Scott seems very interested in starting something serious. He’s good with the kids. He can provide for all of us. Nothing that has happened before this weekend bothers him. Christian is still too wounded—emotionally.”
“So are you.”
That was certainly the truth. Not a day went by that she didn’t think about the accident, the kids, the house, her sister, and of course Christian.
“I have too many people counting on me and I’m
Victoria raced up the stairs to her bathroom, where one look in the mirror clearly stated what she’d done all night. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smudged. And the dress Christian’s family had bought her still hung on her the second day.
She picked up her hairbrush and quickly ran it through her hair, pulling it back and capturing it into a band for a ponytail, high on her head. Scrubbing her face and brushing her teeth made her feel a little bit more human, but no less rushed. It wasn’t until she’d stripped off the dress and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and her old worn out university T-shirt that she realized the car seats were in Scott’s car.
She fell to her bed and sobbed before finding her cell phone and calling Sonia.
“Where are you? You’re scaring me,” Sonia answered the phone, her voice shaky.
“I got home and realized Scott has the kids’ car seats in his car.”
“And where is Scott? Didn’t he stay with you?”
Victoria swallowed hard. “No. He got called away on business. I don’t know where his car is.”
“Craig can take the kids. I’ll bring yours home and we are going to talk. Get a pot of coffee ready. I want to know what is going on with you.”
Victoria wanted to argue, but she knew better. She agreed, hung up the phone, and quickly got into the shower so Sonia had less ammunition to fire with when she saw her.
Forty-five minutes later Victoria poured Sonia a cup of coffee and set it on the table as the kids settled in front of the TV to watch Brave for the millionth time. She’d already zipped up Ali’s Merida dress, as that was the uniform for when the movie was on.
She sat down at the table and looked up at her best friend whose face already wore the look begging her to spill about her night.
Victoria took a sip of coffee and set the mug back on the table. “Scott had to fly out yesterday. One of his clients got into some trouble.”
“And you stayed at the wedding?”
She nodded. “Those people were supposed to be family to me. They invited me, bought my dress, and I wanted to be with them.”
“Them?”
“Yes, them.”
Sonia sat back in the high backed wooden chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Christian?”
She cleared her throat. “He was there.”
“And?”
Her mouth was growing dry. “And he asked me to dance after we had a few glasses of champagne.” She thought a moment. “Or ten.”
“So you got drunk at Ed’s wedding and danced with your ex?”
“Yep.”
“And common sense had you staying at the hotel?”
Or lack of, she thought. “Mmm-hmmm.” She sipped her coffee again.
“You stayed the night with Christian at the hotel.” Sonia’s eyes had grown wider and so had her knowing smile.
“Don’t be like that. I was drunk.”
“And he took advantage of you?”
Victoria thought about the night and how she’d given into him so completely and how comfortable it had been.
“Not exactly.”
Sonia leaned in over the table. “Tori, you’re still in love with him. What were you doing?”
“Having one more moment,” she said softly.
“And Christian?”
One more night.
Victoria stood up and paced the floor. “I made a mistake. I just miss him so much.”
“And did you tell him that?”
“No. I know this is too much for him.”
“A year ago it was too much. Maybe now…”
“No.” She shook her head and sat back down as to not draw the kids’ attention. “Scott seems very interested in starting something serious. He’s good with the kids. He can provide for all of us. Nothing that has happened before this weekend bothers him. Christian is still too wounded—emotionally.”
“So are you.”
That was certainly the truth. Not a day went by that she didn’t think about the accident, the kids, the house, her sister, and of course Christian.
“I have too many people counting on me and I’m
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