They talked through movies, through dinners, through sex. They spent evenings together after one or the other of them finished the workday, and Michael was surprised at how much he loved waking up tangled in her hair. It was almost too easy, how perfectly they fit together. That’s what he was thinking, walking through the mall with her hand in his, a smile on his face that he hadn’t even realized was there until suddenly it wasn’t. Renee felt him stiffen, her hand pulled back as he froze in place, and she turned to look up at him.“Michael? Michael, what’s wrong?” She squeezed his fingers, her eyebrows pulled together as she searched his face. “Nicolette,” he whispered, dragging his eyes away from the unmistakably pregnant silhouette of his ex-wife. She had just stepped out of the maternity shop three doors down, a short dress swirling around her knees, blonde hair spilling down her back. A small blond boy held her hand, and Michael wanted nothing more than to turn and run.
What do You think about More Than Friends (Kingsley #4)?
