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if that wasn’t sobering I don’t know what is. As close as we’ve become since getting back together, we’re still in this limbo of sorts. There’s a lot we’ve been avoiding in fear of hurting the other’s feelings or coming clean with the truth. But the rage I felt at the mere thought of her dreaming about him again—solidifies everything I’ve been saying for the last few weeks. We need this trip, a good long talk, and maybe even a session or ten with a marriage counselor. I’m not too proud to admit when things need help and I’d rather sound like a pussy in front of some shrink than beg my wife to come back to me again.
    By the time we pull up to the rental, Mia’s awake and stretching, causing her tank top to creep up and reveal the smooth, tanned skin of her stomach. Yeah, I still notice things like that, especially since I intend to explore lots more of my wife’s glowing skin this week.
    I put the car in park, and pinch her on the waist, sending her into a giggle fit. “I can’t believe you let me fall asleep. I’m the worst copilot ever.”
    Pawing her like a horny teenager dying to round the bases, I joke with a wink, “I can think of a way for you to repay me.”
    “Not even here a full minute and you’re already at it. Are we even going to leave this house once or do you plan on keeping me locked in the bedroom the whole time?”
    Now, that sounds like the perfect way to spend an entire week, but I know Mia wants to actually see the sights of Newport, so maybe I’ll let her out once or twice.
    Pulling her toward me with my hand at her nape, I nip her bottom lip and poke my tongue through when she opens her mouth with an adorable gasp. I feel her smile against my lips as her hands make their way into my hair. She tugs as we make out in the front seat without a single ounce of shame. Love it! What a way to start this vacay.
    Mia pulls away, leaving me still hungry for more. “As much as I’d love to take you in the backseat and blow your—”
    My eyes go wide as I look at her and then the back seat and back to her again.
    “I was gonna say your mind, Dec. Blow your mind.”
    “You had me at blow, babe.”
    “I’m sure I did,” she laughs, “but it was a long ride. I have to pee and I want to see the house. We didn’t come all this way to have a make out session in your car, did we?” She flips down the visor to look in the mirror. “And I’m a mess. Lovely.”
    I watch as she fixes her smudged lipstick and redoes her ponytail. She could never be a mess—she’s fucking gorgeous. “Babe, look at me.”
    With one more swipe to her lower lip, she flips the mirror closed, smacks her lips together to spread that sticky gloss shit and finally looks at me. “Yes, darling?”
    “I have one rule for this trip. You think you can agree to that?”
    She tilts her head and drums her fingers on her thigh. “Depends on what it is. Because I’m not walking around naked all week. I didn’t spend a whole day packing all those clothes for nothing.”
    Taking her hands in mine, I stare into her big brown eyes. “The only rule this week is there are no rules. We have nothing holding us back—no kids, no responsibilities, nothing. We’ve come a long way since… since all that shit that I’d rather not mention, but by the time we pull back into our driveway and hug our kids next Monday—we’re gonna be okay, baby. I promise we’re gonna be okay.”
    Her eyes start to water and I immediately regret bringing up the past and the idea of fixing things. But I want her to be herself—her old self—again. I want her to know she can talk to me, tell me her fears, express her concerns, get it all out. If she can’t do that with me who can she do it with? Besides Grace, I’m her person, she has to know that.
    “I know, Dec. I know we will be. Hell, we are . We’re fine. I mean, we’re here, aren’t we?”
    I know what she means, but being here and being back together is only half the battle.