My Way Back to You_New York Times Bestselling Author by Claire Contreras

Author:Claire Contreras [Contreras, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Rowan

If I’d known Camryn did that with the sketch I kept inside my wallet I would have . . . I didn’t know what I would have done. I’d already married her when those pictures were taken. I couldn’t have divorced her because of an email. Even if I had known about Miles back then, I couldn’t say with certainty I would have divorced her.

I had needed time. I had needed the moment I saw Tessa, pregnant with what I thought was another man’s baby, to set in motion what became years of sorrow and loneliness. Years in which I kicked myself continuously for not at least verbally acknowledging the feelings I had for her. I needed that pain to give me the perspective to really understand that there hadn’t been another way. Sitting here, I knew that the man I was four years ago had done the right thing, because without my doing that, I wouldn’t know what I know today. I wouldn’t have grown or changed or altered my direction.

I cleared the table while she sat in the living room Skyping with the guys she worked with. I did the dishes and drank my wine in the kitchen. When I went by Tessa’s apartment and Joan told me she was here, she gave me permission to take the guest room and make myself at home. Freddie mentioned a movie theatre room in the basement. I didn’t want to move too far away from Tessa, still feeling like we still had a lot of ground to cover, but I didn’t want to distract her either. As if sensing this, she glanced over her shoulder, her hair coming undone from the messy ponytail she had it in. She looked so sexy like that, face slightly flushed from the wine, wild hair, sweats and an old T-shirt. On particularly lonely nights, I envisioned her walking into my living room looking like that and plopping down onto the couch beside me, picking up where we left off like I hadn’t broken her heart and sent her away. Maybe we’d do more than just talk, but ultimately, it was the idea of having her near that made the dream so spectacular. She hit a key on the computer.

“You can check the place out if you want while I finish this,” she said. “There’s a guest room over there.” She pointed. “You can check out the basement. Your call.”

“I’m fine.”

She looked at her computer again, clicked a key, and spoke. After another minute, she glanced over at me again. “Is this the only leather you have?”

I pushed off the counter and walked over to her as she muted her side of the conversation. “Am I allowed near the sketches?”

“I guess you’ll have to see them at some point.”

I bit back a smile.

“Stop smiling.” She scowled.

I lost the battle and laughed. “Sorry.”

“Do you have any more leathers or not?”

“What color?”

“Blue. Preferably royal.”

I reached for the book and looked at the spine. “I have another volume of blues.

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