Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(34)

She bobs her head up and down in acknowledgement. Too much? Yeah, Knox. Too much.

“I have to go,” she says almost inaudibly.

Yup, definitely too much.

“Okay. Will you text me to let me know when I can have my first dance lesson? Will it be this week?” I’m too damn keen. I don’t give a shit about the lessons. All I want to do is spend time with her.

“Yeah. I’ll check where I slotted those in. But if it’s not convenient for you…”

“I’ll move things around.” Shut up, Knox. You look desperate and she clearly isn’t interested.

I’m a fool to think otherwise.

Fuck, this does feel awkward. Almost painful.

What a desperate old twat I must look. As if she would ever consider having anything more than this weekend with me.

I really, really like this woman before me, but I think she only sees that I’m good for one thing—a weekend fuck.

So I do the one thing I’m an expert at; I close down, walls up.

“I’ll let you go.” Without another word, I turn on my heel and leave, calling out to Sam to make his way back into the house. I hope he hears me because I don’t want to turn back around and watch her leave through my gate.

I noisily stomp back up my long driveway and through my front door, slamming it behind me.

A magnetic pull draws me closer to the front window of my library and I can’t help but watch as Eva stares back over her shoulder at the house and me as if she’s embedding the memories of this weekend as a bookmark in her life.

’Cause that’s all I seem to be. A bookmark, only a mere chapter in someone's life.

I’m never the whole story.





CHAPTER 8





Eva

Bang!

That’s the sound of me coming back to reality.

I've been living in cloud cuckoo land all weekend at Knox’s place.

Knox.

Wow, what a weekend.

I’m not usually an over-sharer, but I was giddy with excitement after I left Knox’s home earlier today and it took everything within me to keep my lips sealed. I haven’t told a soul who I was with, not sure I ever will. But I’m desperate to tell someone. Anyone. But I won’t. I walked the mile or so down the road to meet my sister, Eden, where I arranged for her to pick me up so she wouldn’t find out either.

The wonderful thing about Eden is she didn’t push me to disclose who I had spent the weekend with. She knows when I am ready to tell her, I will.

Earlier, in her black Range Rover, she simply looked at me, smiled and resumed our normal conversations—babies, dancing, business, and random crap—as she drove me back to my home.

Before I picked up the boys from my parents’ place, I ran about like a crazy woman, cleaning the house, ironing, tidying up the many toys from the back and front garden, then popped a roast dinner in the oven then zoomed over to my parents.

It’s been several hours since I left Knox’s mansion. I’m back to reality. Back with my boys in my little house.

But my reality is more of a nightmare and that’s exactly what’s staring me in the face right this very minute, asking me questions I don’t think he deserves the answers to.

Ewan. Standing on my doorstep. Or is it our doorstep?

Our names are both on the mortgage papers, so I am guessing it’s ours, for now. But there is not a chance in hell I am letting him through the front door.

We’ve been standing here for the last few minutes planning for the boys' school and day care pickup and drop-off times for this coming week. Then he asked me a question I knew he’d been desperate to ask me. “Where have you been all weekend?”

“It’s none of your business, Ewan.” I wrap my arms around myself.

“It is my fucking business, Eva. You are still my wife,” he says, raising his voice, glaring at me with his dark, glazed eyes.

“Oh yeah? Well, if we’re playing that game, husband, how is your girlfriend? Good? Satisfied? Happy? All the things I wasn’t?” Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head to the side.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I say, my voice laced with innocence.

“Turn this back on me.”

Ewan has taken no responsibility for his actions throughout this entire breakup, and honestly, I’m too tired to fight anymore.

“Oh, Ewan. Please stop.” I pinch my nose, clenching my eyes shut. “I can’t keep doing this with you. Sign the divorce papers. Go back to Ruby. Live your life and let me live mine.”

“No fucking way.”

I snap my head back up. “No fucking way? Are you kidding me right now? It’s because of you we are where we are. It’s because of you my boys have to live between two homes. It’s because of you my boys don’t know what dad will show up. Will it be the one that loves them and walks on water for them or the one that hurts, name-calls, and belittles? Do us all a favor and for once do the decent thing because for the last twelve months you haven’t made one right move. Just sign the papers. Set me free.” I point my finger into his chest. “You are no longer my husband. No longer my Ewan. Standing before me is someone I no longer recognize. When was the last time you had a shower? Because you stink.”

At lightning speed, he grabs my wrist and yanks me forward into his chest. I yelp at the unexpectedness of his action.