MARK
Love?
The word was almost strange, almost alien to me. I couldn't remember anything as little as an emotional connection with anyone after I left Seattle... and June.
Just as I expected, over the years, I had women who were ready to buy a ring, help me propose, and sponsor a lavish wedding in Paris or any of the other mentally stereotyped lush locations women believed was a sign of abundant wealth, but the appeal wasn't there.
There was a great difference between s*x and love, and as far as I was concerned, I seemed to have only enjoyed the former.
"You have been throwing questions at me like a nagging wife," I said after a moment of deliberate thinking. "Or do you have thoughts of going after her?"
I swear, if I hadn't heard Kenzo's soft breathing behind me, I could have sworn
