didn't
understand how I could fit into her world. Hell, I figured her parents might
disown her if she married me. All that negative shit wasn't even close to being
on target.
"You
ought to invite your brother to join us sometime," Steve says as we return
to the clubhouse. "I've made a lot of contacts here over the years. I'd
imagine a businessman like him could make some too. I always hear people
talking about renovating their homes. Why not tap into that market?"
Smiling
like I've known this guy forever, I nod. "I'll let him know."
Steve
puts on his fake grin and gestures hello to someone. I glance back at Meredith
and Bethany who are both eyeing me in a weird way.
"Had
to happen eventually," Steve says to me then looks at the guy.
"Sandy, this is Winston. He and Meredith are together."
Sandy shakes my hand limply. He's completely unthreatening. Based on the dull expression
on his completely unremarkable face, I doubt he cares about seeing his ex-wife
with another man. He doesn't want her. Doesn't care if I have her.
I
hate him though. I hate that he ever saw my woman naked or touched her
body. I want to rip off his fucking face for waking up next to Meredith for so
many years. The guy is nobody, yet I need to crush him to make my claim.
Shoving
my hands into my pockets, I keep from punching the guy. Meredith appears next
to me, says hi to Sandy, and wraps an arm through mine.
"Let's
go eat."
Walking
into the clubhouse, I remain grumpy. I want Sandy dead for no damn reason
besides Meredith should know no other man except me. I'm fully aware I'm being
an idiot. Even so, I make the decision not to mention my ex-girlfriends again.
If I say nothing about my past, maybe she won't mention Sandy and I won't need to
go homicidal.
"You
should key his car," Bethany says, sitting at the table with us.
"Ooh, let's teepee his house."
"No
revenge," Meredith mutters, dismissively waving a hand at her little
sister. "Had he not dumped me, I wouldn't be here with Winston. If anything,
Sandy deserves a gift basket."
Taking
Meredith's hand, I pull her outside. She smiles even though I'm freaking her
out. This trait is just another thing I love about her.
"I
need you to be brave," I say when we're alone under a big oak tree.
Meredith
opens her mouth to speak then decides to stay silent.
Cupping
her face, I stare into the eyes of my dream woman.
"I
love you. I don't care that it's happened fast. I don't care if you and I come
from different worlds. None of that means anything to me. I just know that
since I saw you in the bar that I can't get enough. It's not lust. It's not
sex. It's everything. I want to see you every day. I want to come home to you.
I want to know what you're thinking and what you're doing and how you're
feeling. I want that and I've never wanted that before. I don't need to date
for months or years to know you're the one for me, Meredith. I love you and
that's that."
Smiling,
she grips my hands. "I love you too. I try to convince myself that it's an
exciting phase, but I can't imagine losing you. In fact, I tried to imagine
that the other day at work and I cried like a baby. I haven't cried in years. I
didn't cry when Sandy dumped me, but I sobbed like a baby when I thought of
losing you. That's not lust."
"No,
it's not."
"It's
love."
"It's
fate. I look at you and see my future. I see kids and vacations and stuff I
never saw for me. Not in a real way. With you, it's so damn real I can reach
out and touch it."
I
caress her face and Meredith leans into my embrace. "I never believed in
fate until I met you."
Chapter Thirteen
Meredith
Death
Stare
Today
at brunch, Winston plans to break the news to his family about moving into my
place. He wakes up nervous in a way only a lot of fucking can calm. Even after
spending hours inside me, he remains edgy when we drive to his mom's house.
"You
think they won't like me."
Winston
grips the steering wheel. "No. I think they'll ask too many questions and
get pushy.
understand how I could fit into her world. Hell, I figured her parents might
disown her if she married me. All that negative shit wasn't even close to being
on target.
"You
ought to invite your brother to join us sometime," Steve says as we return
to the clubhouse. "I've made a lot of contacts here over the years. I'd
imagine a businessman like him could make some too. I always hear people
talking about renovating their homes. Why not tap into that market?"
Smiling
like I've known this guy forever, I nod. "I'll let him know."
Steve
puts on his fake grin and gestures hello to someone. I glance back at Meredith
and Bethany who are both eyeing me in a weird way.
"Had
to happen eventually," Steve says to me then looks at the guy.
"Sandy, this is Winston. He and Meredith are together."
Sandy shakes my hand limply. He's completely unthreatening. Based on the dull expression
on his completely unremarkable face, I doubt he cares about seeing his ex-wife
with another man. He doesn't want her. Doesn't care if I have her.
I
hate him though. I hate that he ever saw my woman naked or touched her
body. I want to rip off his fucking face for waking up next to Meredith for so
many years. The guy is nobody, yet I need to crush him to make my claim.
Shoving
my hands into my pockets, I keep from punching the guy. Meredith appears next
to me, says hi to Sandy, and wraps an arm through mine.
"Let's
go eat."
Walking
into the clubhouse, I remain grumpy. I want Sandy dead for no damn reason
besides Meredith should know no other man except me. I'm fully aware I'm being
an idiot. Even so, I make the decision not to mention my ex-girlfriends again.
If I say nothing about my past, maybe she won't mention Sandy and I won't need to
go homicidal.
"You
should key his car," Bethany says, sitting at the table with us.
"Ooh, let's teepee his house."
"No
revenge," Meredith mutters, dismissively waving a hand at her little
sister. "Had he not dumped me, I wouldn't be here with Winston. If anything,
Sandy deserves a gift basket."
Taking
Meredith's hand, I pull her outside. She smiles even though I'm freaking her
out. This trait is just another thing I love about her.
"I
need you to be brave," I say when we're alone under a big oak tree.
Meredith
opens her mouth to speak then decides to stay silent.
Cupping
her face, I stare into the eyes of my dream woman.
"I
love you. I don't care that it's happened fast. I don't care if you and I come
from different worlds. None of that means anything to me. I just know that
since I saw you in the bar that I can't get enough. It's not lust. It's not
sex. It's everything. I want to see you every day. I want to come home to you.
I want to know what you're thinking and what you're doing and how you're
feeling. I want that and I've never wanted that before. I don't need to date
for months or years to know you're the one for me, Meredith. I love you and
that's that."
Smiling,
she grips my hands. "I love you too. I try to convince myself that it's an
exciting phase, but I can't imagine losing you. In fact, I tried to imagine
that the other day at work and I cried like a baby. I haven't cried in years. I
didn't cry when Sandy dumped me, but I sobbed like a baby when I thought of
losing you. That's not lust."
"No,
it's not."
"It's
love."
"It's
fate. I look at you and see my future. I see kids and vacations and stuff I
never saw for me. Not in a real way. With you, it's so damn real I can reach
out and touch it."
I
caress her face and Meredith leans into my embrace. "I never believed in
fate until I met you."
Chapter Thirteen
Meredith
Death
Stare
Today
at brunch, Winston plans to break the news to his family about moving into my
place. He wakes up nervous in a way only a lot of fucking can calm. Even after
spending hours inside me, he remains edgy when we drive to his mom's house.
"You
think they won't like me."
Winston
grips the steering wheel. "No. I think they'll ask too many questions and
get pushy.
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