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Chapter 19
My cell on the nightstand wakes me, and without hesitation, I answer. “Hello?” I mumble, my voice is raspy with sleep.
“Paige? Where the fuck are you?!” Zane demands.
I bolt upward, and my stomach churns. Checking my phone, I realize today is Saturday and I promised to have lunch at my brother’s apartment.
“I, uh, um… I’m not home,” I excuse, “I won’t be coming.”
“Excuse me?” my brother growls into the phone.
Foster walks into the room in a pair of bright yellow swim trunks, and suddenly I’m not listening to Zane as my gaze travels over the cuts and ridges of my husband’s torso.
“I’m not home,” I repeat distractedly.
“Did you go out last night? Is that why you didn’t go to Lexi’s?”
“Something like that.”
“Sleeping around will not help you get over your divorce. Don’t you think it’s a little soon for you to be getting involved with men?”
I sigh into the phone and let the sheet dropped from around my breasts. From where he is, Foster strides over and climbs onto the bed to cup them. My brain fogs as he strokes my nipples.
“I’m busy right now,” I say, interrupting Zane. I quickly hang up on my brother and toss the phone on the bed as Foster pushes me back against the pillows. My phone rings several times as Foster makes love to me, but I’m barely aware of it at this moment.
Foster strokes my pink shoulder, advising, “You should put on more sunscreen before you burn.”
We are sitting on loungers near the water, baking our skin to a golden brown. At least Foster is. My skin is getting red.
“How about we forget the sunscreen, and you take me inside?”
Foster slides his sunglasses down his nose so I can see his eyes. “You really are wearing me out.”
“Get used to it. No sex for a few months will do that to you.”
Entirely removing his glasses, he asks, “So you didn’t sleep with anyone else during our separation?”
In a flash, I sit up and yank off my glasses. “Of course not! I don’t bounce back that fast. Did you?”
“Absolutely not. I had hope.”
I squint at him, then shade my eyes. “You should’ve told me everything sooner. You never should’ve done what you did.”
“Would you have dated me if I asked?”
“Probably not. I was afraid of you. You can be a real bastard when you want to be.”
“It’s business.”
“I’ve seen it in private too,” I argue. “You hurt me more than once with your words.”
Foster strokes my leg. “A disrespect I’ll never do again. I can’t apologize enough.”
“I think you forget when we’re not in the office any longer. I don’t want a repeat,” I tell him seriously.
“Does that mean you’ll move back in with me when we get home?”
I smirk. “I was thinking about that. You should court me. Let’s go out on dates, and you can ask me to marry you properly.”
