Chapter 2The next morning, I looked at Chris over breakfast. Oscar had cut fruit, made blueberry and sweet-corn muffins, grilled a couple rashers of bacon and brewed Jamaican-roast coffee.
Every time I looked at Chris I’d get that feeling down in my core, and my panties would be soaked. She just had that effect on me.
When I’d pushed her away last year to make her take the concert tour, I’d been devastated. I’d spent the entire time she was preparing and then touring going nowhere. I mean, I went to Wall Street when I needed to and I’d talked to clients when it was necessary, but I didn’t go shopping or to the theater like I used to and I didn’t take any other calls. I was a recluse who basically sat on my terrace and read. I read magazines mostly because Chris’s picture was in most of t
