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addition of the house. He was talking to Mr. Perry, her father's former boss. Standing there by her fire, he looked like a dream come true. A man she could envision being a part of every day from here on out. He was supposed to come along with this dream house of hers. And after that would come babies, the way they had always wanted. She was sad to know that couldn't happen. That she couldn't have what her parents had. At least not with Wade.
"I was about to ask why you weren't scarfing down this food, but I have my answer. You finally gonna act like a grownup and talk to him?"
Kylie took a healthy gulp of her Merlot and set her glass down. “Right now. If I don't do it now, I may never work up the nerve again.” She started through the crowd to get Wade.
"Go on, Kylie! Get down with your bad self!” Fawn called, her words dying on a giggle.
Kylie wanted to ask her what was so damn funny.
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Chapter 5
"Good Lord, don't look at the clutter,” Kylie said, glancing around her bedroom. What a bloody mess. “It's the only room I didn't get to, so I just shut the door.” Her laptop and notes for interviews and articles were strewn across the floor by her bentwood rocker. Her bed was unmade. Several outfits that she had decided against were scattered over the bed and the floor.
"Don't worry about it,” he said, eyeing the rocker that held a basket of clean laundry. “Can I sit on the bed? It seems to be—"
"The only clear surface.” Kylie giggled, her nerves helping her find humor in the situation. The most important few minutes of her life taking place in a horribly messy bedroom. How embarrassing!
She sank down onto the bed and clutched a pillow to her abdomen. She felt sick, light-headed, and stupid all at the same time. Not a good mixture of emotions. It only got worse when Wade gently placed his hand on her thigh. A few new emotions jumped into the fray. Desire, arousal, a flood of heat between her thighs.
"Wade, I can't...” She stopped, not sure what to say. She tried to move his hand but he held it firm.
"I'm not trying to have an instant replay of the other night. I just need to touch you as I do this."
"Do what?"
"Come clean."
"So I don't have to ask? That's why I brought you up here. So I could face my demons."
"Demons,” he muttered.
"What?"
"It kills me that anything to do with me could be considered demons to you. But I guess I deserved that. I fucked up royally, Kylie."
A new emotion joined in and Kylie felt her heart jump at the flood of feeling. How could she feel sympathy for him? She should be beating him over the head with her laptop. “Why don't you just tell me what happened and then we both can get on with our lives.” She covered his hand with hers and noticed it was shaking.
Wade stood, blew out a sigh, and ran his hand through his hair. “Do you remember Jolene Watkins?"
* * * *
Wade felt his heart trip hammer and the beer in his stomach rolled in a sickening wave. Just do it. Get it over with. She deserves the truth! He knew Kylie deserved the truth, but the thought of it putting an end, once and for all, to any chance of them being together made it nearly impossible to get the words out.
"Your ex-girlfriend?” Kylie asked, confusion on her face.
"Yes. And do you remember when you and I broke up about three months before I left?"
"Of course I remember. It was a ridiculous fight and we were only apart for a few weeks. What—” She met his eyes and her shoulders slumped, her head bowed. “Oh.” She sighed. “Oh, Wade, why didn't you ever tell me? If you two—"
"I know what you're thinking,” he said, kneeling in front of her. The look of pain on her face made it hard to breathe. Each breath was torture. “And you're right. But there's more. It's worse,” he said before he let out a harsh bark of laughter, “if that's possible."
"Go on,” Kylie's voice was almost inaudible and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. One escaped and
"I was about to ask why you weren't scarfing down this food, but I have my answer. You finally gonna act like a grownup and talk to him?"
Kylie took a healthy gulp of her Merlot and set her glass down. “Right now. If I don't do it now, I may never work up the nerve again.” She started through the crowd to get Wade.
"Go on, Kylie! Get down with your bad self!” Fawn called, her words dying on a giggle.
Kylie wanted to ask her what was so damn funny.
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Chapter 5
"Good Lord, don't look at the clutter,” Kylie said, glancing around her bedroom. What a bloody mess. “It's the only room I didn't get to, so I just shut the door.” Her laptop and notes for interviews and articles were strewn across the floor by her bentwood rocker. Her bed was unmade. Several outfits that she had decided against were scattered over the bed and the floor.
"Don't worry about it,” he said, eyeing the rocker that held a basket of clean laundry. “Can I sit on the bed? It seems to be—"
"The only clear surface.” Kylie giggled, her nerves helping her find humor in the situation. The most important few minutes of her life taking place in a horribly messy bedroom. How embarrassing!
She sank down onto the bed and clutched a pillow to her abdomen. She felt sick, light-headed, and stupid all at the same time. Not a good mixture of emotions. It only got worse when Wade gently placed his hand on her thigh. A few new emotions jumped into the fray. Desire, arousal, a flood of heat between her thighs.
"Wade, I can't...” She stopped, not sure what to say. She tried to move his hand but he held it firm.
"I'm not trying to have an instant replay of the other night. I just need to touch you as I do this."
"Do what?"
"Come clean."
"So I don't have to ask? That's why I brought you up here. So I could face my demons."
"Demons,” he muttered.
"What?"
"It kills me that anything to do with me could be considered demons to you. But I guess I deserved that. I fucked up royally, Kylie."
A new emotion joined in and Kylie felt her heart jump at the flood of feeling. How could she feel sympathy for him? She should be beating him over the head with her laptop. “Why don't you just tell me what happened and then we both can get on with our lives.” She covered his hand with hers and noticed it was shaking.
Wade stood, blew out a sigh, and ran his hand through his hair. “Do you remember Jolene Watkins?"
* * * *
Wade felt his heart trip hammer and the beer in his stomach rolled in a sickening wave. Just do it. Get it over with. She deserves the truth! He knew Kylie deserved the truth, but the thought of it putting an end, once and for all, to any chance of them being together made it nearly impossible to get the words out.
"Your ex-girlfriend?” Kylie asked, confusion on her face.
"Yes. And do you remember when you and I broke up about three months before I left?"
"Of course I remember. It was a ridiculous fight and we were only apart for a few weeks. What—” She met his eyes and her shoulders slumped, her head bowed. “Oh.” She sighed. “Oh, Wade, why didn't you ever tell me? If you two—"
"I know what you're thinking,” he said, kneeling in front of her. The look of pain on her face made it hard to breathe. Each breath was torture. “And you're right. But there's more. It's worse,” he said before he let out a harsh bark of laughter, “if that's possible."
"Go on,” Kylie's voice was almost inaudible and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. One escaped and
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