Karla pulled into a parking spot at the Lux Café in Houston, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw both Sophia’s and Sandra’s cars parked short distances away.Sophia being there didn’t shock her. Sophia was always punctual. But Sandra? Sandra was perpetually running late. Karla and Sophia almost always had to wait on Sandra, who’d dash laughingly inside the restaurant where Karla and Sophia waited, an unnecessary apology always on her lips for her tardiness.And, well, who could ever get mad at her? Especially for something so insignificant as being habitually late. Sandra was just someone who lit up a room with her warmth and sweetness. She’d come a long way from grieving widow after losing Clement to where she was now. Happy. In love. Married to Derrick, her former husband’s best friend. Karla was genuinely thrilled for both her friends. Sandra and Sophia had both found love. For Sophia, this was huge. She’d made monumental steps in her life, being able to finally overcome the
“Sweetie, what is going on with you and Ken?” Sandra asked, concern creasing her forehead. “We’ve discussed this so many times and yet I keep getting the feeling that you aren’t telling us the whole truth. That you’re holding back at least a part of what you’re feeling and experiencing. Are you still worried he’s cheating on you?”Karla sucked in her breath. The very thought, however fleeting it may be, that Ken would ever cheat on her filled her with such agony that she couldn’t dwell on it for the pain it caused her. She truly regretted that moment of weakness when she’d shared that fear with her best friends, no matter how little she truly believed it.“I know he loves me,” Karla said firmly. “I know he wouldn’t cheat. He has too much honor. If he wanted another woman, I know he’d be forthright with me and just ask for a divorce.”God, the word divorce sent waves of agony through her heart and soul even though she knew it wouldn’t come to that. But panic quaked through her at the v
She didn’t think she’d ever failed Ken or embarrassed him, but now that paranoid side of her wondered just that. If he was somehow ashamed of her, that she was too outgoing, too bubbly for the staid, moneyed clients he catered to. His not wanting her to be a part of him courting and wining and dining his clients had ended up being yet another rejection, one that at the time hadn’t bothered her, but in retrospect made her heart clench. Was Ken growing tired of their marriage? Did she no longer satisfy him? Had she done something to cause him to lose faith in her? Their relationship? The not knowing was eating her up on the inside and it was growing harder and harder to cover up her growing unhappiness with a bright smile and words of understanding. She was lying to her friends, even though she knew they saw right through her façade. But the simple fact that she was lying, keeping so much locked inside her, made her feel like the ultimate fraud.She swallowed the quick knot in her throa
She stared woodenly through the windshield as Ken carefully disengaged the keys from her hand and then closed her door. In a matter of seconds he was in the driver’s seat starting the engine, almost as if he were afraid she’d leap from the car. And she’d given it serious consideration, but then she’d have to figure out a way home, which meant having the restaurant call her a cab, or she could call Sandra or Sophia. Either would come at a moment’s notice.But then she would be faced with the humiliating fact that her best friends would know her anniversary had been a complete disaster. Hell, for that matter they may have suspected it would be a cluster f**k from the very start. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t expressed enough concern over her faltering relationship with her husband.Ken pulled out of the parking lot.“Please don’t cry, Karla,” he said softly. “I’m so damn sorry. Time got away from me.”“Who was she?” Karla asked coldly, ignoring his words and his apology. Words meant nothi
“I’ll talk,” Karla finally said.But her tone was fatalistic. Like she’d already decided the outcome after they discussed their relationship and why she was so unhappy. Had she lost that much faith in him? The idea devastated him.“But it has to be in neutral territory,” she added. “We have no business having sex with this wall between us. I don’t want our physical attraction to hinder our discussion.” Her gaze swept downward, sorrow creasing her face and tugging her lips into a sad frown. “That’s assuming you even still want me,” she said in a tone tinged with grief. “It’s been so long since you’ve instigated any sort of sex that the reasonable conclusion is you no longer desire me or find me attractive.”Ken damn near swallowed his tongue as protests immediately formed on his lips. Goddamn it but there was so much wrong with her statements that he didn’t even know where to begin.They never used the word sex when it came to their lovemaking. Never. Sex was for people not emotionally
“Karla, baby, don’t say that. Nothing is unfixable. We can overcome this together, I swear it.”She yanked her head so that her eyes were boring straight into his. “You dumped me for a prospective client on our anniversary. I sat there for an hour over cold food after you promised me you’d be there, that you’d only be twenty minutes late, and you lied,” she said accusingly.Ken reared back with a frown. “What did I lie to you about?”Her gaze was full of scorn and rising fury.“You just don’t get it, do you?” she raged. “You call me from work and say you were detained and that you’d be there in twenty minutes. You never said a damn word about meeting a client—a gorgeous female client who was all over you—at the same restaurant where your wife was sitting alone, waiting for her husband. You lied to me. Lies of omission are still lies. You tried to hide from me that you were entertaining a potential client on my goddamn anniversary and you stood there in the bar with her, smiling and la
He clenched the back of his neck and rubbed absently as he paced helplessly around their bedroom. He couldn’t make himself shower or get ready for bed. All he could see was an empty bed, one she should be in, her scent enveloping him as he slept.She was his security blanket. The only solid thing in his world where everything else was uncertain. He’d taken her for granted, had shit on her repeatedly over the last two years, and he’d never realized the extent of his neglect. Until now.He’d done what he’d vowed never to do: Made her feel unwanted. Invisible. Just as her parents had done. Self-loathing ate at him, digging a yawning chasm in his heart and soul.How could he possibly imagine a future without her? He was scared shitless. Fear like he’d never experienced gripped him by the balls and had a stranglehold on his throat.Never, never would he forget the look in her eyes when he’d glanced up from his potential client—hell, what was her name even? He couldn’t remember. All he coul
“Look at me, Karla.”She turned slowly, her face pale, fear in her beautiful eyes. He swallowed back the knot in his throat because this was not the time to hesitate or stand down. He had to pull a full-court press.“First thing I want to say to you, because it was never addressed last night.”She sent him a faintly puzzled look but at least he had her full attention now.“I have never been unfaithful to you, Karla,” he said in a clear, distinct and earnest voice. “I have never even entertained the thought. I love you. You are the only woman I ever want to be with.”Karla’s breath intake was swift and sharp. She stared at him for a long moment, searching his face, as if for the truth in his words.“Then who was that woman last night?” she choked out. “On our anniversary, who was the woman who was all over you in the bar of the restaurant we were supposed to eat at?”The bitterness in her voice made him wince. He’d never expected their marriage to come to this. Not only was she questio