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I hoist my six-foot-six frame up to standing and calmly cross the room to stand next to her. Fold my arms and stare out the window to hopefully hide how badly Iโm shaking. I repeat my earlier question, โWhy are you here, Mae?โ
โDid you seriously think sending me a text telling me youโd give me a divorce was gonna fly with me? God, you LTZ guys and your stupid goddamn notes.โ
Her voice catches, but she recovers in a flash. โIs that what you want? Be real with me. Please.โ
I keep my voice calm. Collected. I canโt answer her directly, though. โItโs for the best. For you. The boys.โ
โWow. Okay.โ Ronni kicks the wall with the toe of her boot. I canโt help but glance down at her to discover, despite her uncharacteristic display, sheโs wrapped her arms around herself protectively.
Iโm such a feckinโ arsehole. It kills me to lie to her. Divorce is the last thing in the world I want. Ronniโs my everything. Life with her and our sons meansโฆ
โIโm not going to beg you. Thatโs not who I am.โ Ronniโs voice trembles. Pleads.
Iโd never want her to lower herself that way. That sheโd even consider it pierces my heart and makes me want to cocoon her in my arms. But, I canโt do that.
I lost that right when I sent the text on my way to the airport.
So, I nod. Keep my face frozen and emotionless. Watch her storm across the room, kick the empty pile of boxes and slam the door behind her.
When sheโs gone, I break down. Wracking, silent sobs. I didnโt expect her to follow me here, but the loss of her presence is beyond devastating. How will I survive a world where I canโt breathe in her lemon-meringue-pie scent? Sip from her supple lips. Hold her tightly against my body after Iโve fucked her into oblivion. Cuddle with her and the boys and watch movies on a Sunday afternoon.
I wonโt. Survive, that is. Not intact. Iโm already a shell of a man.
Kaylene Winter wrote her first Rock Star Romance novel at age 15 starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990's, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to write creatively.
She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and Siberian Husky. She loves to travel, throw dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.
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