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Like now

I take four steps back and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing uest bedroorateful to be here I’ve felt such an emptiness since Lance died I truly have no one

The bedroom is furnished nicely with heavy oak furniture, but the walls are coo He’d been sharing a big suburban house with Bishop when he first irlfriend—now fiancée—and Dax had decided to downsize He’d bought this three-bedroom townhome in Scottsdale mainly so he wouldn’t have a yard to mow

Or so he said

I haven’t seen him in a couple of hours Not since we arrived

It was just a six-hour drive froht raph of Lance and e paid for with Dax’s credit card He also left a check with John for sixhis rooo, but the check rettably giving ood, and I hope I haven’t left them too much in a lurch

After we arrived in Phoenix, Dax carried allhe had some errands to run

Now here I sit in a room that I’et a graduate degree? And what happens to my personal life? If I’m married to Dax, is it even possible for me to have a relationship with someone else?

Not that it’s a high probability My one real relationship had fizzled and faded when I got e out there I mean, ants to saddle themselves with someone who has my issues?

A wave of uncertainty floods my senses

Not the first to happen in the last two days, but the strongest This was a stupid idea

“Regan,” Dax calls fro room downstairs “I’m back, and I have dinner”