Yes, we stopped short of a kiss last night. And yes, technically, Ben is still my husband. But, on that same technicality, Mitchell is still my boyfriend. Things are all happening in the wrong order. The cold up here is making me crazy. I’m like one of those Mount Everest climbers who succumbs to the weather and slowly loses her mind, but with men. I’ve got to get home and get back to my real life, while there’s still one to get back to. As if to reinforce this, my phone chirps at me. A text message from Mitchell. Actually, three messages: He misses me. He needs me there. He wants to know what I’m working on. A vengeful growl rises up in me. Now that this ridiculous marriage snafu is cleared up, it’s time to go home and tell Mitchell to go to hell. Maybe I’ll drive straight to his gallery and tell him off there. Or … Maybe there will be customers when I arrive. Maybe another artist. Maybe someone from the media. Yikes. Who am I kidding? I hate making scenes. I should just do this on the phone.
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