Page 39 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

People are generally miserable, in my experience.

They’re alwaysperformingfun because they’re so desperate to be having it. They post pics online like they’re proving to everybody else that fun washad, as if maybe they need it to prove it to themselves, too.

But if someone can constantly amuse themselves while they’re all alone with no cameras around?

It meansthey’rethe good time.

It’s incredibly sexy.

And all the sudden I’m flashing vividly back to our night together.

She asked me to distract her.

And I’d thought,hey, I can do distraction. Distraction is easy, temporary, and over before anyone has to admit it meant something.

But then she laughed against my mouth. She grabbed my hair and told me exactly what she wanted without making herself quieter or sweeter or easier to handle.

And I realized somewhere in the past couple days, I don’t want to help her forget herself.

What would it be like to be the man she never has to disappear for again?

A much more dangerous thing to want.

And foolish, considering she’s still legally married to my brother.

Fuck, did I comb my hair after I got out of the shower this morning? I run my fingers through it.

I was so sure she’d be gone by the time I got back. She’d have figured out her next move and be staying with a friend or at a hotel and she’d be gone.

So I just stand there at the gate with my duffel a little stunned, watching her laughing at something on her laptop in the afternoon light and I think:walk to the RV. Walk directly to the RV.

But then she looks up.

Our eyes connect across the plaza.

For a second neither of us does anything. Like she wasn’t expecting to see me any more than I was her, and we’re both recalibrating in real time.

I should wave and keep walking.

Instead, I walk over.

She’s Jake’s wife, says the voice that has been saying this at increasing volume since approximately six in the morning two days ago.

Jake’s wife. Hands off.

This is the part where I walk straight to my RV.

“August,” she says and pops up to sit ramrod straight. “Hi. Hey, oh my god. I’m sorry for what I said when your mom was there. Itwastotallyjust a coincidence. I mean.” She waves a hand rapidly. “Not actually. Jake told my mom this was a good place to rent an RV and that’s why?—”

Then she pauses, wincing, maybe at saying Jake’s name aloud.

She’s cute when she’s embarrassed.

And then suddenly I remember what it felt like when she was clenching, absolutely unrestrained and moaning around my cock.

Fuck.

Not helpful.