My Almost Ex (The Greene Family #2) - Piper Rayne Page 0,69

times over. “We should probably talk about the future. Not that I want to pressure you.”

She turns in her chair. Thankfully, we’re at a corner table away from the other customers, who are mostly tourists anyway. “What about the future?”

“Well, we’re living together. You still have my name. Next week is technically two months since we made our agreement.” Man, that day at the inn when she refused to sign the divorce papers seems so long ago. We’ve come so far from that moment. “I think we need to move on as though your memory isn’t going to return.”

She twists the glass in the holder. “And if it does?”

“Then we deal with it. We’re different, right? We’ll talk it out and go from there. But I want us to start building our life together again.”

“Like kids?” Her eyes are wide with surprise, but there’s a small smile on her face.

I laugh, although I’m not opposed. God knows I’m envious of Toby and his son every time I see them. “Not yet. I mean, I figure you should go back to teaching if that’s what you want. Planning vacations together, hosting friends at our place, just the everyday things couples do.”

She thinks it over, and I steel myself in case she says she’s not ready for that step.

“I am getting bored at home. The more I try to remember, the more frustrated I’m becoming. Dr. Lipstein said something about that last week. I mean, he’s told me that I may never remember, but last week he said I’ll eventually need to put it aside and move forward with my life. If it happens, it happens.”

“So?”

She twirls the glass between her fingers and watches the fluid swoosh around.

“What are you holding back?” I ask.

Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip and she looks at me. “Does this entail you moving into the master bedroom again?”

I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair. If I’m going to ask her to move forward, then I need to take a step forward as well, no matter how painful that room is to me. “Yeah.”

“Not just to sleep. Clothes in the closet, toiletries in the bathroom.”

I nod. “Yes. I’m in.”

She smiles. “Okay. So we’re just going to put my memory issues aside and really start new?”

I put my hand on the nape of her neck, massaging the back of her scalp. “Yeah, we are.”

I pull her toward me and kiss the holy hell out of her for the entire restaurant to witness. I’m finally back where I belong.

That night, Lucy’s busy preparing dinner when I grab my clothes and hangers and head down the stairs to the master bedroom and hang them in the closet. Lucy’s taken all the boxes and put them back in the hallway closet. I told her she can put them in an upstairs bedroom, but she said if we’re starting new, then those need to be put away anyway.

Turning away from the closet I just put my clothes in, I stare at the bed then close my eyes, the memory of her leaving me forefront in my mind.

The night before, we’d been at one of the drawing nights at Northern Lights. We’d fought because I didn’t want to go, but she was adamant we’d promised, so I went as always. I felt something was off with her but chalked it up to the fact that maybe her period was coming, or something was bothering her from work because she was still holding my hand, kissing my cheek. Hell, we’d actually had sex that night, even if she’d seemed overly emotional during it.

I woke up to her fully dressed, a suitcase at her side and tears streaming down her face.

“What’s going on?” I asked. All I could think was that something had happened with her parents or her brother and they’d gotten back in touch with her.

“Adam, I’m not sure how to say this.” She moved to the bedroom doorway and put her hand on the suitcase. My heart cracked—nothing good ever came from the start of a conversation like that. “I’m just not happy anymore.”

“What?” I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying.

She blinked and composed herself as if it took all her strength to say her next words to me. “I’m not happy anymore, and I’m… leaving you.”

“You’re leaving me?” I pulled the covers off me.

She put up her hand. “My decision is made. This is hard for me too, but we were young when