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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 I’m shaking. I repeat my earlier question, “Why are you here, Mae?”
“Did you seriously think sending me a text telling me you’d give me a divorce was gonna fly with me? God, you LTZ guys and your stupid goddamn notes.”
Her voice catches, but she recovers in a flash. “Is that what you want? Be real with me. Please.”
I keep my voice calm. Collected. I can’t answer her directly, though. “It’s for the best. For you. The boys.”
“Wow. Okay.” Ronni kicks the wall with the toe of her boot. I can’t help but glance down at her to discover, despite her uncharacteristic display, she’s wrapped her arms around herself protectively.
I’m such a feckin’ arsehole. It kills me to lie to her. Divorce is the last thing in the world I want. Ronni’s my everything. Life with her and our sons means…
“I’m not going to beg you. That’s not who I am.” Ronni’s voice trembles. Pleads.
I’d never want her to lower herself that way. That she’d even consider it pierces my heart and makes me want to cocoon her in my arms. But, I can’t 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 she’s gone, I break down. Wracking, silent sobs. I didn’t expect her to follow me here, but the loss of her presence is beyond devastating. How will I survive a world where I can’t breathe in her lemon-meringue-pie scent? Sip from her supple lips. Hold her tightly against my body after I’ve fucked her into oblivion. Cuddle with her and the boys and watch movies on a Sunday afternoon.
I won’t. Survive, that is. Not intact. I’m 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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