“Every headlight flashing across the windows made him twitch aside the curtains, scanning for Karen climbing from a cab. When she finally appeared at the end of the road, a little tension eased from his shoulders. It landed in his back and stomach, which clenched as he thought about the long and potentially painful conversation they were about to have. But we have to. He rushed to the door and threw it open. Karen paused at the end of the garden path, eyes wide. He trailed a finger along... the door frame. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. She fussed with a lock of her hair. ‘Me too.’ ‘Pete was a stupid idea. I know that now. I guess I knew it at the time, but I panicked. I can’t stand the thought of not giving you what you need.’ ‘Even if what I need is another man?’ Her voice was low, gaze downcast. She shifted from fiddling with her hair to the buttons on her jacket. He hesitated.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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