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"I hear you, honey. All admirable wishes.
I had contemplated for the last three days how I would tell him.
When I reached to undo his belt and lower his zipper, he lifted his hips.
I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside. For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface.
We compromised that he'd pay the utilities.
Making what he'd just said actually happen. But he continued to kneel there, his eyes burning into mine.
The kitchen had been cleaned, the couch put back to order, and Dirk and Jolie were not in the immediate vicinity. Had I imagined it all.
Chris pulled on me until I stepped back, halting when my calves hit the edge of the bed.