![]() “I was covered in grout,” he muttered, sitting down beside her on the floor in the pillow fort, unable to keep himself from absorbing the sight of her. Like during a foundation inspection that afternoon. He’d been on the verge of insanity since he made Rosie come over the phone, closing his eyes and trying to conjure her taste at the oddest times. ![]() He knew damn well they were in therapy to talk, but tell that to his excess testosterone. Being near his wife simultaneously settled the chaos in his blood and stirred it with lust. The other night, when her name had popped up on his cell-phone screen, the world around him had come spinning back into motion. Did she actually think he’d bail?Įvery day that passed made him even more determined to fix what was broken, by whatever means necessary. He searched her face upon walking into Armie’s office, surprised when she seemed relieved that he’d shown up. Today had been a particularly messy day on the job, so he’d chanced a quick stop at home to shower and change, but unfortunately that decision had made him three minutes late. When Dominic arrived for their second therapy appointment, Rosie was already inside the office, her skin cast in a purple lava lamp glow. ![]() “They’re called alfajores-and thank you.” Desperate for a distraction from whatever foreboding gnawed at her gut, Rosie shot to her feet and escaped the living room. ![]() Someone approached and laid a hand on her arm, jarring Rosie from her thoughts. ![]()
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