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His gentle tone does nothing to stop more ruptures from tackling my heart. His gaze on me feels as if he’s sneaking a peek into my soul—and I can’t shake the feeling that he knows.
He knows my lies, my truths. Hemustknow. He lives some of his own lies every day.
I nod at him and leave his room, heading to mine. I sit onmy bed, needing a minute to process this morning. Soon, I check my phone and realize that if I don’t leave now, I might be late.
My stomach drops when I pass his bedroom and see through the door he left ajar. Claire’s standing by his closet as he takes more steps toward her.
The sight—it does something to me. It makes me feel sick. Hell, it just clicked that she probably touched him more often than I had in the last few years—all for the sake of therapy.
And I hate her for it.
I leave them alone. As I drive to work, I can’t stop mulling over Harvey’s progress and his stare. The man eyed my skirt like it was the culprit for his problems.
Is he realizing? That I’ve been wearing more skirts and dresses than ever before? I could chalk it up to now being a career woman, which is true—I wouldn’t be caught dead in this outfit on weekends—but I also appreciate Damon’s lingering eyes whenever I wear them.
Work is busy, as are most Fridays.
I barely have time to think about seeing Damon since sharing our first kisses because he’s in meetings all morning. I’m not sure if I’m grateful for the space to mentally absorb the last few days or if I wish to see if things changed between us.
In the afternoon, a beautiful middle-aged woman with brown eyes comes to my desk. I can tell by the clothes on her back that she’s wearing luxurious brands, yet it doesn’t mask the humbleness twinkling in her eyes.
“Is he busy?” she asks with a smile on her face.
“I can find out,” I say, but as I’m about to ask her name, she interrupts me.
“I’m his mother.” It feels surreal to meet someone important to him. Someone who might have insight as to why he’s so closed off to people and relationships.
At the same time, Damon opens the door and the look hegives me is enough to dampen my thong. From his stare alone, I can tell we’re both reminiscing about our time alone at his place.
“We talked about this,” he tells his mom. His thumb slides down his jawline, but his serious tone doesn’t faze her.
She rolls her eyes. “I was in the area.” Then she turns to me. “Did you have lunch yet?”
“Not yet,” I say simply, avoiding the Dreygon stare. The one that amplifies my nerves, the butterflies in my stomach, and makes me easily forget everything I overcame with Harv.
“You should bring her out to lunch or order in.” She looks at her son. He doesn’t seem impressed with her antics and suggestions, not in the least. “You need to make sure she eats. The poor girl is dealing with your sassy attitude all day.”
“She’s my assistant, not my wife. My job isn’t to feed her.” And my heart explodes from the sultry lust dripping from his eyes alone. He shouldn’t be eye-fucking me with his mother around, yet he is.
He winks at me, then lets her inside his office. His comment was a jab—a perfectly timed one meant to send another warning: I’ll never be his wife.
And I can’t help but picture it. What it’d be like to marry Damon. Our mornings together... I stop myself short of my newfound fantasy. Just this morning, I couldn’t look away from Harvey’s chest, beaming with pride at seeing him walking a few steps without a walker.
What am I doing? Seriously, what am I doing?
I’m so lost, I don’t know who I want anymore. I want one. I want the other. I want both.
I don’t know who to turn to.
Gia’s my soul sister, my twin, my other half. I just don’t know that she’ll be able to hear the full story without judging me. She’s not one to hold her tongue, and I’m not ready for such truths yet.
I still can’t believe Damonwinkedat me. The man must behaving a great day. And so do I. I spend the rest of the day in a good mood, and I leave at five o’clock exactly, knowing Damon’s in a meeting.
If I stay, I’m afraid of what will happen. The more Harvey gives me of himself, the easier it is to pull away from Damon. But it won’t last long; the walls around me are down, and it would be so easy for Damon to step in and make himself at home.
I call Gia on my way back home, apologizing for not getting back to her sooner.
The sun is in hiding by the time I get home, but I’m glad to see the ramp Harvey uses cleared of ice or snow. We hire a company during winter to take care of shoveling and putting salt on the driveway, the ramp, and a part of the backyard area.
