Love and Neckties - Lacey Black Page 0,64

need to do this right.

In the correct order.

We need to end our marriage, and then, maybe we can date.

Officially.

Like boyfriend and girlfriend.

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought I’d be excited to date Freedom Rayne, but here I am, full of hope and anticipation and eager to get home so I can see her. It’s not enough to fall sleep with her in my arms, which is exactly where she’s been since that night I found her massaging some stranger in my living room, or waking up inhaling her hair that’s all wild and crazy from sleep. I want more.

When the long day finally ends, I lock up the funeral home and head out, recalling my conversation with Bartholomew Christmas. He assured me it would be nothing to get a quickie divorce. Of course, the fact we’re living together—albeit temporarily—didn’t make him very happy. That’s why I left out the fact my wife is also sleeping in my bed. Despite the odd circumstances, Mr. Christmas assured me he would get a set of divorce papers drafted soon and sent to me. All we’d have to do is sign and go before the judge. Sounds easy enough.

The drive home is fairly short, even after I stop by an Italian restaurant and pick up dinner. Freedom’s a huge fan of mushrooms, so I grabbed us each a cheese stuffed portabella mushroom with noodles and garlic bread. It’s not my usual, but I’ll give it a try. I’m pleasantly surprised I don’t seem to miss meat as much as I thought I would. She’s never guilted me into not eating it, nor has she refused to cook it, but still. I’m trying to be conscious of her lifestyle and not throw our differences in her face.

The porch light is on when I pull into the driveway. In fact, it looks like every light inside is on too. What the hell is she doing? She’s like a kid who forgets electricity actually costs money. I hop out of my car and grab our bag of food, anxious to get inside to scold her about the lights, and fly up the steps. The first thing I notice when I’m on the porch is my front door.

It’s…different.

I stand there and stare, trying to figure it out. It’s the same door, but it’s been…

Painted.

My front door is a vibrant blue.

“The hell?” I whisper to no one as I slip my key into the lock and push open the door.

Inside, I’m stunned silent. It’s like I’ve stepped into someone else’s house. In fact, I glance outside, just to make sure I haven’t walked into my neighbor’s house by mistake. When I look back at the living room before me, I find my couch and television there, but everything else is essentially different.

“Freedom?” I bellow, unable to move at the transformation.

“Oh, hey!” she singsongs, practically skipping into the living room from the kitchen area.

“My…the…what… Oh, God, am I having a heart attack?” I ask, my heart pounding like a freight train in my chest. It’s so loud I swear everyone within the block can hear it.

“Here, sit down,” she says with authority, her voice full of concern. Her soft hands grasp my arm as she leads me to the couch. Out of nowhere, she has a glass of liquid, practically forcing it down my throat.

I gag at the cold, bitter liquid. “What the hell is this?” I gasp, pulling my face away from the cup.

“It’s a liver detoxifying tea with peppermint, lemon, and ginger.”

“Why are you detoxing your liver?” I gape at the woman beside me. Her hair is piled on top of her head and her face void of any makeup, yet I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

Focus, Samuel.

“You should always detox your organs, Sammy. It’ll help boost your immune system and build stamina. Plus, even though you don’t need it, they say it’s good for your libido.”

My head starts to throb.

“Fine, fine,” I mumble avoiding the yellowish liquid in her glass. I glance around, once more taking in all the…color. “What the hell happened here?”

Freedom looks around. “What?”

I wave my hands like a crazy person. “This.”

“Oh, you mean the room? It really livens the place up, doesn’t it?”

“Why? Why did you paint my living room?” I ask, the words barely audible as I take in the pink walls. It’s the only color to describe it.

“You said to make myself at home,” she says, matter-of-factly, as if completely redecorating my living space is a