Chapters (38)
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- Copyright
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
- More Books by Meghan
The staff member steps aside and says, “You may proceed.”
Next is an archway of swinging balls.
“You have to run fast. If you see one headed for you, dive and stick yourself to the floor. They will knock you off. We saw that with Duncan.”
“Got it,” I say.
I wait for the first one to move by, and then with all the speed I can muster, I fly down the center of the archway, missing all the balls but one. The last one hits me and throws me off-balance, and I’m about to fly off. Luckily, Wilder is right behind me and grabs me by the waist, pulling me to the ground.
Together, we stand in front of the next staff member, and they ask, “How do you really feel about your sex life?”
This time, I answer first. “Used to be thriving and adventurous, but now I’m too tired and come up with excuses why I don’t want to have sex with him. I have a lot of built-up animosity toward him and don’t have any need to please a man who can’t understand me for the woman I am.”
Wilder looks me in the eyes, seeing the truth right then and there, but thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. “She’s right. We used to be hot and heavy, and now I don’t think she even knows how to undo my zipper.”
“Oh my God,” I yell. “I know how to undo your zipper. Maybe if you looked up from your video games for a moment, I wouldn’t feel so irritated by you, and I would want to please you.”
“Maybe if you didn’t nag me over and over and over again, I wouldn’t want to get lost in my video games.”
“I don’t nag you.”
“Yes, you do,” he yells. “I can never do anything right. Ever. It’s always your way or no way. You would think that there’s compromise in a marriage. Well, not in this one.”
“Because you don’t help around the house!”
“Because I don’t want to help a dictator,” he yells back, only for the staff member to step aside and allow us to enter the next obstacle.
Bingo.
“You okay?” Wilder whispers as he moves in behind me.
“I am.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I whisper back.
“Good. You’re doing great, Pips.” He gives me a gentle squeeze on my hip, and pride surges through me. “Okay, this is the one that I’m going to go first on. I’m going to jump, and then I want you jumping after me. I’ll steady the square, and then we can jump to the next one.”
“Got it.”