Literally. He was squatting down in front of a freezer, picking out frozen cocktail mixes, and I was wandering down the aisle with my thoughts far, far away. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Des left Monday morning for a sales trip, but her absence seemed to make me think of her and Josh even more. I was consumed with images of Des and Josh. Naked. Fucking. “Ouch.” “Oh! Sorry,” I said. “Tina?” he asked, standing up. “Kenton? God. Sorry about that.” Kenton rubbed his leg, but his frown turned into a lazy smile as he studied me. “No problem.” He cocked his head to one side and then the other, scrutinizing me from top to bottom. “You’re looking good.” I touched my hair and let my hand drop lightly to my breast before returning it to my side. “Oh?” “Yeah. You’re glowing. In fact, you look like you just got…”
