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Brooklyn
I carry her to my truck while she holds onto me. At least she hasn’t passed out.
“I’m fine,” she mumbles with her face buried in my neck.
“I don’t know about that, Eden. You’re actin’ weird.”
“The cold air feels nice,” she whispers as I unlock my truck and open it up while maneuvering her around so I can slide her onto the passenger seat.
She blinks up at me as she sits back. “I just got a bit tipsy and that last half a shot…”
I press my lips together to save me from laughing because I’ve not seen her remotely tipsy since before we had Blake.
“Luckily I came along when I did then.”
“I was perfectly fine, but thanks all the same.” She tilts her head back on the seat while I close the passenger door and walk briskly around to the other side.
I can’t believe she’s here, though she’s a little under the weather. The fresh air will do her good. I slide into the driver's seat but don’t start the engine.
“You looked really hot in the bar,” she says as I flick my cowboy hat onto the back seat. “Has anyone told you that in a while, Brookie?”
“Except for the other day, you haven’t called me that in a long time,” I sigh. “And no, no one has told me lately.”
“Well they should’ve told you. You’re a real catch. But I’ll tell you ‘cause I’m your wife, and you’re my husband…”
I run my hand through my hair. My thoughts about her being a little more sober may have just gone out the window.
“Yes, I think we’ve established that.” I chuckle.
“And I don’t hate you for it either, B. I could never hate you. In fact, Georgia thinks it could be a sign. There, I said it.” She folds her arms across her chest.
“Said what? What sign?”
“A sign from the universe that we were stupid to get divorced, and do you know what?” She turns in her seat to face me. “Maybe. Maybe we were a little… hasty.”
I swipe my hand down my face. She’s taking tipsy to a whole new level. “You agree we shouldn’t have gotten divorced?”
“Or tried to, since we’re not divorced,” she giggles. “But maybe it is a sign. Things didn’t work out with Kirk, and we’re still married! What more signs do we need?”
“Tell me what happened with him, E. Did he hurt you?”
“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” She shuffles closer, her soft, vanilla scent encasing around the truck as my heart beats rapidly in my chest at her proximity.
“You always were the sexiest cowboy.” She puts her hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze, and I nearly jump out of my seat.
It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear and more, but not like this. Not when she’s been drinking and may not even remember this in the morning.
I would never do that to her.
“Eden.” I put my hand over hers and hold it steady.
“What’s wrong? You don’t find me attractive anymore?” she murmurs. “I think you do…”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it, Brookie?” She leans in and rests her head on my shoulder and it takes all the strength I have left in me to try and keep my composure to the woman I want.
