When I arrived home, Liam wasn’t there. For some reason, I was almost relieved at his absence. Maybe because he’d see in my face that not only had I seen my ex-fiancé, but I’d agreed to meet with him.
Liam’s not your real husband. You don’t have anything to apologize for.
Yet why did I feel guilty? Like I’d agreed to an affair or something?
Liam had already thought I’d been cheating on him. Now I was…sort of. Ugh, talk about overly complicated.
David’s visit and Liam’s absence brought the memories back: my first date with David; first kiss; his marriage proposal. The first date had been awkward, with David attempting to kiss me but missing my lips and instead kissing my jaw.
He’d been a terrible conversationalist. He’d asked me maybe two questions about myself, instead telling me all
