I grew up with a man who worshipped his wife, but the only way he showed it was to come home to her every night. That was all my mother had ever wanted, him in her bed every night, holding her. They had been happy, and even after my mother’s death, my father had remained loyal to her memory.For the last month I’d been trying it my father’s way. Going home to Flick every night, holding her close and making love to her all night long. Telling her over and over again that I loved her.It wasn’t fucking working.Flick hadn’t softened to me following my father’s example. She still didn’t acknowledge it when I told her I loved her. She was holding herself away from me, not physically, but emotionally, and it was driving me crazy. It was time to try something else before I lost her all over again. Blackmailing her into coming back with me probably hadn’t started us out on the right foot, but fuck, it was what I knew. I didn’t like to play fair when it came to something I wanted.
