I froze for a second—then it hit me. Ronald really had no clue that the man I wrote about in my journal... was him.
That thought oddly calmed me down a bit. I yanked my hand from his with a snap, straightened my back and threw him a mock-smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
"I can kiss whoever I want. I never questioned what you and Grace had going on, so do me a favor and stay out of my business too."
His hand hung mid-air for a beat before I slapped it away. He gave a low scoff right next to my ear.
"So what you're saying is, no matter how many women I have, I should shut up if you're also drooling over someone else? Even if you're planning on turning me into a walking joke?"
Of course, that wasn’t what I meant. But then again... so what if it was?
We were getting divorce
