I stood up from the couch, my heart pounding with a sudden, desperate urgency, and marched up the stairs and down the hallway toward Katherine’s room.
I had to tell her – I had to be honest with her, for once. Tell her that yes, Diana and I had a past, and that I’ve been hanging onto that past for far too long, and at her detriment, and that she didn’t deserve it, because she was a beautiful, amazing woman. I needed to tell her that I wanted to toss the past behind my shoulder and trust our bond, and to slap myself for calling what we had a ‘partnership’.
She deserved a husband, a mate worthy of that title, not a work buddy.
And I’d tell her that I’d get Diana out of our place first thing next morning.
For two years I had kept our bond locked on my side, had refused to let it grow and
