thought.
“Okay. I’ll make sure she doesn’t call her.”
I took out some plates and bowls, getting ready for our food to arrive. Suddenly I was famished.
“Why don’t you and Rich stay at that fab bed and breakfast near your folk’s on Saturday. Kevin and I can take Preston home. You guys haven’t had a night alone in a while.”
“What would be the point?”
“So you can, ya know, have some adult fun.”
“Doubtful. Even a romantic B and B isn’t gonna make Rich want to have sex with me.”
“What? Why not?”
“Wish I knew. He hasn’t touched me since the miscarriage.”
“It’s been over a month. I thought it was okay to resume normal activity.”
I sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. “It was–weeks ago. And I told him that.”
“Wow. You guys were always so…what’s the right word? Um…insatiable.”
I had to laugh. “Yeah, exactly. So you get why I’m frustrated.”
“That is just plain weird.” He shook his head, then locked eyes with me. “You don’t think he’s…”
I hadn’t thought of it before. A sex-hungry twenty-five-year-old in his prime wouldn’t stop having sex. Dread filled me and I fought back tears. “You don’t think, do you?”
“Rich? No. He’s not a cheater.”
“But none of it makes any sense. You know what he says when I ask ‘why?’ He says he doesn’t want to.”
Marcus couldn’t hide his shock. We both knew no guy on earth, ever in the history of man-kind, casually said “no” to getting laid. There had to be something else going on. And I was damn sure going to find out what.
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