Page 21 of Chains
“What are you doing for me? Canceling engagements at the last minute? Wanting to come over at one or two in the morning to have sex? Not giving a damn about the wedding plans? Tell me all the things you’ve been doing for me.”
Bret shook his head, then pounded his fist on the top of the car. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. I love you and I want to marry you—it’s that simple. Now, I have to go. I’ll call you later.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then went over to the Mustang and slid inside.
She watched in disbelief as he merged into traffic before she opened the car door and slipped inside. Something wasn’t right between them.Is it me?Autumn didn’t think so because Bret had definitely been pulling away from her in subtle ways for the past two to three months, but she couldn’t figure out why. It appeared as though their lives were the same in regard to hours and intensity, so what was the problem, and why didn’t he want to talk about it?
Sighing, Autumn drove the car away from the curb and headed in the direction of the clinic. For a split second, she wondered what Chains was doing at that moment, but she quickly banished all thoughts of the ruggedly handsome man who rode a Harley.
Tomorrow, I’ll pick up a couple of steak dinners and have Bret come over. We just need to make time for us.
Happy with her plan, she decided to send Bret a text once she got back to her office. Every couple had their rough patches, and planning a wedding when they were both so busy was just plain stressful. Bret was the man she loved and wanted to marry. There was no confusion; he was her happily ever after.
Autumn kept telling herself that, hoping to snuff out the doubt niggling at the back of her mind.
