Chapter Fourteen
I couldn’t do it. For all my desire to tell Bryan everything, I arrived at the Lovejoy the same as usual. Maybe my ex-husband was right, maybe I was diabolical. But I had to have one last moment with Bryan in bed. This time however, I didn’t go as the alluring slut, or the tempting s*x goddess, or the hot kitten with my claws out. It was just me in jeans and an old sweater, a fresh washed faced and just a little make-up.
“You look fabulous,” Bryan said, sweeping into the room with a smile, and an arm going around my waist.
“No fashion show,” I informed him. I was almost in tears from the moment we began, and that was why I had to lead him to the bed quickly, away from conversations or longing looks into my eyes. I knew I’d break apart then. With desperate need turning e
