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Authors: Jeanette Murray
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through all that trouble to find me?”
She walked over and plopped down on the chair again, bouncing once before settling. “I thought it was obvious, but maybe not.” She clapped her hands together and sat forward. He blinked and made sure to keep his eyes above her neck.
“You and I are legally married. You don’t subscribe to the idea of Fate, but I do. But for whatever reason, you asked me. And I said yes. We got married. And after you left I had a lot of time to think about what that meant.”
There was no censure in her voice, no judgment. Even though she’d be justified in giving him hell. Still, Tim internally flinched at the reminder of his own ass-like behavior. Skye didn’t seem to notice his own thoughts and kept going.
“Basically, what I’m saying is, there’s a reason we’re married. And I’m ready to find out what that is.”
“In plain English, that means…”
She looked him straight in the eye, all seriousness as she said, “I want to stay married.”
His heart skipped, then slowed, then rolled down into his shoe. Holy shit. She was dead serious.
Tim forced himself to breathe and remember his own plan of attack. All the things he had been ready to suggest.
A quiet divorce. Quick annulment. Simple, clean break. A quick roll between the sheets, just for old time’s sake.
She wanted none of them. And Tim couldn’t quite understand the stab of fierce relief that filled his chest before he remembered the entire reason he’d stopped kissing her in the hallway. The reason they couldn’t just do whatever the hell they wanted to.
It wasn’t responsible. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the right thing to do.
But first, he needed to work at untangling the mess one knot at a time. “What do you think the reason for our marriage is?”
She threw her hands up in the air and gave a sort of strangled, feral cry to the heavens. “How the hell should I know? That’s not for me to understand. At least not yet. But there’s a reason. Fate’s waiting for us to catch up. And we’ll figure it out.”
He shook his head. “I told you that’s not my thing.”
Skye visibly deflated in front of him, like a balloon without the stopper. Just like that, her explosive, dramatic show was over. She gave another sigh, then plopped back down in the chair. Leaning back, she tucked her legs under her in what looked like an impossible position. “Okay, we’ll ignore Fate for a second since She makes you uncomfortable.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she held up a hand. “Let’s just focus on the rational for a second.”
Ah, finally they were on his level. “The rational thing is to divorce.” He looked at the tray of glasses, for some reason uncomfortable looking at her while he brought it up. “Or get an annulment. Not sure exactly which would be more appropriate in this situation.”
“Neither. And let me tell you why.” She leaned over and grabbed one of his hands, lacing fingers. He barely stopped himself from jerking back at the jolt. It was like all the pulsating energy she held within her body vibrated down her arm and made his own hand tingle. Pins and needles, like the limb had fallen asleep and was just starting to wake up again.
Or was that another body part?
He met her gaze, saw the little smile in her eyes. “You feel that too. That’s why. There’s something between us, and even with your death grip on logic and reason, you feel it too.” She gave him a quick grin. “I’ll be nice, and I won’t even make you say it out loud. Maybe we didn’t go about it in the most logical manner, at least to you. But I feel like we’re supposed to see where this takes us.”
She squeezed his hand, then slithered out of his grip. His hand felt empty without her smaller one in it. “We’re already married. The deed is done. Which would look worse? A two-week marriage? Or a marriage that just didn’t work out down the road, after some time and effort put into it?”
She did
She walked over and plopped down on the chair again, bouncing once before settling. “I thought it was obvious, but maybe not.” She clapped her hands together and sat forward. He blinked and made sure to keep his eyes above her neck.
“You and I are legally married. You don’t subscribe to the idea of Fate, but I do. But for whatever reason, you asked me. And I said yes. We got married. And after you left I had a lot of time to think about what that meant.”
There was no censure in her voice, no judgment. Even though she’d be justified in giving him hell. Still, Tim internally flinched at the reminder of his own ass-like behavior. Skye didn’t seem to notice his own thoughts and kept going.
“Basically, what I’m saying is, there’s a reason we’re married. And I’m ready to find out what that is.”
“In plain English, that means…”
She looked him straight in the eye, all seriousness as she said, “I want to stay married.”
His heart skipped, then slowed, then rolled down into his shoe. Holy shit. She was dead serious.
Tim forced himself to breathe and remember his own plan of attack. All the things he had been ready to suggest.
A quiet divorce. Quick annulment. Simple, clean break. A quick roll between the sheets, just for old time’s sake.
She wanted none of them. And Tim couldn’t quite understand the stab of fierce relief that filled his chest before he remembered the entire reason he’d stopped kissing her in the hallway. The reason they couldn’t just do whatever the hell they wanted to.
It wasn’t responsible. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the right thing to do.
But first, he needed to work at untangling the mess one knot at a time. “What do you think the reason for our marriage is?”
She threw her hands up in the air and gave a sort of strangled, feral cry to the heavens. “How the hell should I know? That’s not for me to understand. At least not yet. But there’s a reason. Fate’s waiting for us to catch up. And we’ll figure it out.”
He shook his head. “I told you that’s not my thing.”
Skye visibly deflated in front of him, like a balloon without the stopper. Just like that, her explosive, dramatic show was over. She gave another sigh, then plopped back down in the chair. Leaning back, she tucked her legs under her in what looked like an impossible position. “Okay, we’ll ignore Fate for a second since She makes you uncomfortable.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she held up a hand. “Let’s just focus on the rational for a second.”
Ah, finally they were on his level. “The rational thing is to divorce.” He looked at the tray of glasses, for some reason uncomfortable looking at her while he brought it up. “Or get an annulment. Not sure exactly which would be more appropriate in this situation.”
“Neither. And let me tell you why.” She leaned over and grabbed one of his hands, lacing fingers. He barely stopped himself from jerking back at the jolt. It was like all the pulsating energy she held within her body vibrated down her arm and made his own hand tingle. Pins and needles, like the limb had fallen asleep and was just starting to wake up again.
Or was that another body part?
He met her gaze, saw the little smile in her eyes. “You feel that too. That’s why. There’s something between us, and even with your death grip on logic and reason, you feel it too.” She gave him a quick grin. “I’ll be nice, and I won’t even make you say it out loud. Maybe we didn’t go about it in the most logical manner, at least to you. But I feel like we’re supposed to see where this takes us.”
She squeezed his hand, then slithered out of his grip. His hand felt empty without her smaller one in it. “We’re already married. The deed is done. Which would look worse? A two-week marriage? Or a marriage that just didn’t work out down the road, after some time and effort put into it?”
She did
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