Perfect Match Enemies to lovers romance - Leia Stone Page 0,45
to shower really quick.
When I came back, she was back in my t-shirt and boxers and fast asleep.
I sat there for a minute, wondering what her life had been like. I never really asked her much about herself, because I was so busy being an asshole and trying to push her away.
She’d said she’d been married two days, but how long had they dated? Was she an only child? How did she lose someone close to her, like I did, and end up with her shit so much more together than me? She was healthy, strong willed, and had a plan. She was everything I wasn’t.
Lying down beside her, I let my thoughts go to all kinds of places, and it was a long time before I could sleep.
Chapter 14
Millie
I had fucking sex with Ashton Knight.
I had sex with Colin’s heart recipient.
I … I couldn’t breathe.
Ashton was asleep when I slipped out of bed, put on my dress from yesterday, and walked outside to get some fresh morning air.
We had sex and it was mind blowing. It was amazing. It was everything I never thought it could be. The worst part is not one time during sex had I thought of Colin. Only after, when I’d felt the necklace that held our rings, had I thought of my late husband and the fact that I’d just moved on. Guilt slammed into me as I walked to the chicken coop and tears streamed down my cheeks.
We talked about it in therapy, that there would be a time when I would move on and start dating again. But I’d only waited a year. What did that say about me? What did that do to Colin’s memory and my respect for him?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the wind, feeling the guilt reach up and eat me alive.
“Millie? Is that you?” Gran’s voice came from inside the chicken coop and I wiped my eyes quickly, smoothing my hair as she opened the doors. When her gaze landed on me, she frowned for a second.
I was terrified she’d ask me what was wrong and pry for information, but instead she just held out a bucket for me. “Start collecting eggs. I’m looking forward to your breakfast.”
Relief rushed through me as I took the bucket and walked over to a box. Oh, I could make quiche, French toast, omelets, eggs benedict. Recipes flew around my head and everything went calm within me.
“So what plans do you have for the bar? You really think it can be saved?” she asked, throwing handfuls of cracked corn as thirty or so chickens pecked at the ground.
The bar. Yes. I could talk about the bar.
I nodded. “That’s my job actually. My late husband and I would go in and save failing restaurants. I designed the menu and we’d freshen the look, do a social media campaign and earn a real profit.”
Gran looked pleased. “Ashton was saying you’ve already starting things in that direction.”
I nodded. “This Saturday we’re having a huge party. Hosting an open mic night to find a live band, and I’ll be showcasing the menu. I’ve already got five hundred RSVPs on Facebook.” I’d checked early this morning and nearly fallen over when I saw the numbers.
Gran frowned. “It’s a shame Ashton asked me to sell it last night. Wants me to sign the papers today. He got a great offer.”
I dropped one of the eggs I’d been holding and it cracked on the ground. “Sell it!” I screeched. “No. He said he’d give me time, he said he wanted to try brunch.”
That motherfucker. He didn’t even give me a chance to save the bar! And he came in last night and we … and he never once told me! Anger ripped through me in waves as my hands shook.
“I can see you’re passionate about making the bar work.” Gran gave me a crooked smile. “Is it the bar you’re trying to save, or Ashton?”
I froze, wetting my lips as I sifted through my answer.
Gran was a no-nonsense woman. Nothing got past her and I could respect that.
“Both,” I replied reluctantly, honestly.
She nodded, looking pleased. “That’s what I thought. In that case I’d like to sell you my half of the bar.”
Shock ripped through me and I turned away from the egg laying crate to face her fully. “Really? I mean … I would love that. I have so many plans and I’ll figure out the money and—”