Breaking All Her Rules by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates [Yates, Maisey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Well, damn. So, he’d confessed that. Something about this little velvet couch must have been reminiscent of a psych office. Not that he’d ever been to one. Though, some, like his manager, would argue he should go. Deal with his issues. His grief.

But he didn’t want to. His grief was his blanket and without it...without it he would be exposed.

Though, grief was a damned itchy blanket.

Even so, he was attached.

“You...what?” She blinked rapidly, dark lashes fluttering with the movement.

“Are you asking for me to elaborate or to repeat the statement?”

“Elaborate, please. I was under the impression you just went through a divorce. Though, if you hadn’t had sex in six years, I can see why the divorce was necessary.”

He shook his head. “I got divorced six years ago. Or rather, my wife left me six years ago, I’m not really sure when the thing was finalized. I just signed papers. Neither of us did much. She didn’t want the house. We didn’t have any...kids to fight over.” That always pulled him up. Saying he didn’t have kids.

He didn’t. But he still felt like a father. He still loved a little girl with everything in him, even though she wasn’t here.

“It was an easy divorce,” he said, because that much was true. There hadn’t been any glue holding him and Stephanie together in the end.

He didn’t blame her for it. She wanted to leave their house, leave the town. He didn’t. She wanted to run from the memories, he wanted to live in them. And in the end, it had meant she’d needed to run from him. He couldn’t be angry at her for that.

“Oh...I...I’m sorry. I mean...good for an easy divorce, but...I’m sorry.”

He looked down at his food, a ball of hard, heavy emotion settling in his chest. The worst thing was, now he felt like he had to talk about it. Because pretending Tally hadn’t been a part of everything was...it wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to act like she didn’t exist. But he didn’t like talking about her, either.

So he wouldn’t. Not now.

He set his plate down on the pretty little side table. “Suddenly, I’m not so hungry for food,” he said.

“But we just...not a half hour ago we...”

“Come on, Grace. I just told you. Six years.” He picked up his wineglass and knocked back the remaining contents. He needed it. He needed to forget.

He needed her.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

“Down the hall.”

He stood up and she did, too, then he scooped her up into his arms. She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so small, so light. He kind of liked it. Because it made him feel strong. And because he knew he could lift her up and move her around easily. For sex in interesting ways. He was a simple man. At least, he would prefer to be. Sex and beer. He could deal with that.

Maybe that had been half his problem for the past few years. Beer and sadness.

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