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“I’m fine,” I told hio south on ood to use the full kitchen for a couple of days”
Brandon pulled a stool over to the center island and sat down
“Do you have a few minutes?” he asked “I wanted to talk to you”
Ah, noas re why I didn’t want to stay in Seattle Whole damned toas infested with Brandon
“You’ve got five,” I said His eyes hardened and I could see the hint of frustration he tried to hide—Brandon never liked it when people set lied
“It’s been eighteen months,” he said in his Very Serious Voice Juries always fell for it, which I guess I could understand I used to fall for it, too Now it just sounded ridiculous “I think it’s time to discuss our separation”
Sighing, I grabbeddown to face hi things along faster He says he still hasn’t gotten all the financials from you What’s the holdup?”
Brandon frowned “That’s not really what I ive you space I understood that you needed time to heal, and then when your edies, and that’s enough to shake any couple But we’ve both had time to recover, and I think we need to discuss reconciliation”
“Are you high? No Justno”
“Tinker, you’re not even listening to“I don’t think you understand the situation The current Prosecuting Attorney is stepping down, and he’s going to back reat news, but our supporters want you as part of the package It’s about family values You’re a beautiful woman who’s built a fantastic business centered on the home arts—”
The blood in my head started to pound
“You’ve been lying to people about us, haven’t you?”
He shrugged “I’ve told them about the baby, of course, and then explained about your mother Everyone understands, but I really need you back in Seattle now If you don’t show your face soon, it could cost me the election”
“You’re delusional,” I said bluntly “We’re getting a divorce Things have been crazy and our finances are cohteen months You need to send all the documentation to et ugly, but we’re over, Brandon There’s nothing to reconcile”
My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of lance Carrie had texted, wanting toit down on the counter, I looked over at the man I’d wasted ten years of my life on
“You’ve had a rough day,” he said softly “I shouldn’t have bothered you tonight Would you be free to have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“No, but ht be”
He laughed, the sound forced I’d had enough
“I need to prep,” I told hio back upstairs and let me work”
He opened hisoff e closet Hopefully, I still had soed My supply shiph for the next week, findingto be folded Nice Randi could work on them tomorrohile I cooked