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Chapters (88)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. ONE
  5. KATE
  6. TIM
  7. BEA MYERLY
  8. KATE
  9. TIM
  10. KATE
  11. TIM
  12. TIM
  13. TWO
  14. KATE
  15. BEA MYERLY
  16. TIM
  17. KATE
  18. ABIGAIL HOSFORD
  19. TIM
  20. KATE
  21. JEFF SLADE
  22. TIM
  23. KATE
  24. TIM
  25. THREE
  26. KATE
  27. TIM
  28. KATE
  29. TIM
  30. KATE
  31. TIM
  32. KATE
  33. TIM
  34. BEA MYERLY
  35. KATE
  36. BEA MYERLY
  37. TIM
  38. KATE
  39. TIM
  40. KATE
  41. TIM
  42. FOUR
  43. TIM
  44. KATE
  45. TIM
  46. KATE
  47. TIM
  48. KATE
  49. TIM
  50. KATE
  51. TIM
  52. KATE
  53. ABIGAIL HOSFORD
  54. KATE
  55. TIM
  56. KATE
  57. TIM
  58. FIVE
  59. KATE
  60. TIM
  61. KATE
  62. TIM
  63. KATE
  64. TIM
  65. KATE
  66. TIM
  67. KATE
  68. TEDDY
  69. TIM
  70. KATE
  71. TIM
  72. KATE
  73. TIM
  74. BEA MYERLY
  75. KATE
  76. JEFF SLADE
  77. KATE
  78. TIM
  79. KATE
  80. TIM
  81. BEA MYERLY
  82. TIM
  83. KATE
  84. BEA MYERLY
  85. KATE
  86. TIM
  87. KATE
  88. BEA MYERLY

Something was different about Anna Brody. Yes, she’d gained weight, but it made the sharp, hard angles of her face seem softer. There was also something more human, more vulnerable, about her.

“See, you can’t even look at me.”

That’s because now you’re even more beautiful!

“Sorry,” I said, my eyes locking with hers.

“Is this making you uncomfortable?”

Yes.

“I don’t mean for you to be uncomfortable. It’s the last thing I want. The whole point of this is so you can get beyond your feelings. So we can get back to what we had.”

I believed her.

“I love our talks,” she continued. “I love being with you. I love that you’re funny and sweet. And I love the way you tear up whenever you talk about Kate. It happens every time. I especially love that just the thought of having a weekend with me is ripping you up inside. That’s the kind of man you are. If it were easy, then I would have been wrong about you.”

What was I supposed to say to that?

“Maybe you don’t even want the weekend. Or maybe you can’t handle it, which is also fine. But if it’s going to make you act weird around me, then we should forget it.”

Me weird? Who offered the weekend? But did I ask that? No, instead, I stammered, “How would it, uhm, work?”

“It’s simple. We both clear our schedules. We meet somewhere. A hotel. We don’t speak of it to anyone, because we don’t want to hurt anyone.”

I must have looked perplexed.

“You know, our spouses.”

“Oh. Oh, right.”

“For one weekend, we forget everything and leave our lives behind. For one weekend, we do anything and everything. Whatever we feel like.”

Anna was cool and collected. We may as well have been planning a trip to Costco. “But you have to stop acting weird.”

Half a block back, Claudia called out, “Hey, you two, wait up!” She and Tess, dressed for Pilates, were hurrying to catch us.

“We’ll cover the specifics later. For now, Tim, just don’t think about it. It’s something we’ll do in May, if it makes sense at the time.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Anything you want to say?”

Oh, there’s plenty.

“Because at the speed they’re moving, you have about thirty seconds . . .”