“You don’t think we need to talk about this? Discuss what we’re going to do.”
“Yeah, we probably do. But not right now. Right now, I just want to have a drink and go to fucking bed.” He moves the distance back between us, pulling something from his inside jacket pocket. “My cell and office numbers.” He places a business card on the counter and slides it toward me. “Call me tomorrow, and we can talk.”
Then, he’s gone.
And I’m still married.
Adam and I are still married.
Holy. Shit.
I lift the card from the counter, looking down at it.
ADAM GUNNER
CEO, GUNNER ENTERTAINMENT
I already knew he worked for the studio.
One time, about five years ago, I looked up his profile on Facebook, using Casey’s profile. I couldn’t see much as he had it set to private, but I did see his work info, showing that he worked for the studio. I remember how sad I felt at the time. I knew how much he hadn’t wanted to be a part of that world. I had been his reason to stay away, and my leaving had sent him straight back.
I had always hoped that he would fight back, stay away.
But he didn’t.
And I was to blame for that.
The choice I made was to blame for that.
But we weren’t supposed to still be married.
Honestly, I don’t know how to feel about that.
We’re still bound by marriage.
I guess I’m terrified and…thrilled.
I’m still Evie Gunner.
Well, legally anyway. But in my heart, I always have been. It’s why I could never move on.
But I know I’m no longer in Adam’s heart. He let me go years ago.
I guess it’s time for me to let him go now.
I’m so done for.
The way I feel about Adam, after knowing him for such a short amount of time, can’t be good for me. I mean, it feels good, but it’s definitely dangerous.
We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and I’m smitten, totally smitten. I’m a smitten kitten. And clearly a massive geek.
We’re at the beach. It’s early morning, and I have to be at work in a few hours. But we’re all here this morning, surfing at the beach just outside Adam’s house. Max is out there with Grady, Base, Tad, and Paige. Adam and I quit surfing a while ago. We’re sitting up on my rock, and I’m sketching a picture of them all surfing.
Adam is here, with me. He’s wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, while he watches me draw.
His lips skim over my shoulder, and his teeth graze my skin, making me shiver. His fingers trace over the skin on my stomach where they’ve made their way under the hem of my tank top.
We haven’t done anything more than kiss.
He knows I’m a virgin. I told him that on our fourth date. We were making out, and it was getting pretty heavy. I didn’t want to lead him on, to think he’d be getting sex, which I wasn’t ready to give to him, so I was honest with him. And he was really cool with it. He told me he’d wait for when I was ready. I don’t know when that will be, but trust me? if I’m going to lose my virginity to anyone, it will be with Adam.
But my inexperience in that department does worry me a little because I know Adam is very experienced. He hasn’t told me that, but I just get the feeling that he has been around the block a few times. I’m not surprised. Looking like Adam does, he could have his pick of girls. So, knowing he’s choosing to spend his time with me, sans sex, makes me feel pretty damn special.
And seeing the way Max is with girls also leads me to believe that, prior to me, that was how Adam was spending his time. In the last few weeks, I’ve seen Max with four different girls, each one exiting his bedroom.