Chapter Nineteen.
MARCUS
“Babe, are you awake?”
I groaned as I rolled over in bed and stared at the clock. It was still dark outside, and I almost banged my head against the headboard when that it was still am.
“What is it?” I asked.
I
“I think we need to talk,” Emily said. “It’s important.”
“More important than my sleep?” I asked, turning to face her. “You are aware of the board meeting I’m having at work, right?”
“This is more important,” she said. “Trust me.
the second
I could have just rolled over and fallen back asleep. I could have grabbed the duvet and headed to bedroom and tried to get some sleep. But something about the way she sounded caused me to sit up and switch on
her hands the light. I was surprised to see her beaming at me, her hair pulled up in a messy bun while she kept behind her back. For a brief moment, my brain tried to adjust to the present, and it took me a moment to remember that this was Emily, not Olivia.
Get it together, Marcus.
“So?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Close your eyes first,” she said, practically bouncing on the bed.
“Em, what the fuck could you possibly want to tell me at this ungodly hour?” I muttered. “Couldn’t it wait until morning?”
“Will you just stop being a fucking baby and close your eyes?” she groaned. “The sooner we do this, the quicker you can go back to bed. Okay?”
“Fine,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning against the headboard. Sometimes, I wondered how I ever wound up in this situation, and then other times I remember that this was infinitely better than my previous marriage. At least with Emily, I wasn’t with a woman who suffocated me every time I got close to her.
