Scott sensed Joy was kissing him as a distraction from the conversation she didn’t want to have. He kept going anyway, because he missed her already, and she didn’t leave until this afternoon.
He finally broke their kiss and moved his head so his mouth lingered near her ear, and his cheek pressed against hers. “I know you’re not going to stay,” he whispered, so she’d have an out. So she wouldn’t have to tell him she was still going to leave.
Joy was the type of woman who did what had to be done. Just because she didn’t want to leave didn’t mean she’d stay. He breathed in with the words it’s just two more months running through his head.
it’s just two more monthsThese past six weeks had been some of the longest of his life—ten times worse than the three months between when Joy had first
