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Image(s) is/are licensed from: depositphotos.com Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Also by Jason Lenov Chapter One “Looks like Katie’s at it again.” The whispered words, combined with watching Kate laughing across the fire, set a very uncomfortable feeling twisting through his guts. He hadn’t really wanted to come in the first place. Camping wasn’t what it used to be. Not when you needed to sleep with a pillow between your knees to avoid a backache in the morning. Not when the thrill and mystery of will they or won’t they? had been extinguished by a few years of marriage, the answer to it a firm: they will, eventually. Sometimes even twice a week. Certainly not when one of the campers happened to be his wife’s ex who, oops!, everyone had forgotten to mention was going to be there. But here they were, sitting in front of a roaring fire, Kate standing across from him with a drink in her hand and laughing with friends. Gabe hovering ominously around her, interjecting his own stupid jokes every now and again, casting furtive glances at her tits and surely nursing the memories of what he’d done with her before Phil had been in the picture. He glanced sideways at Alicia, who was huddled next to Becky, or whatever the other girl’s name was, whispering about secrets from the past as they pointed and giggled at Kate and anyone else they remembered gossip about. It was all around a shit time, as far as reunions went. Still, he was trying to make the best of it. He’d already had too much beer. At some point someone had handed him a little red plastic cup with a few ice cubes, some diet cola and the sharp sting of hard alcohol beneath it. He’d downed it as he watched Kate fluttering between groups of friends. The sight of her having a good time warmed him, at least. She was the real reason he was there in the first place. She loved this shit. Parties and laughing, maybe even dancing if things got a little unhinged. Thankfully music wasn’t allowed past nine. He hated the idea of seeing her letting loose. Hated that about himself, too. He’d never been jealous of any of his girlfriends before he’d met Kate. Marrying Kate had somehow changed him. Some days he still pinched himself when he woke up with her next to him in bed. It wasn’t that he was down on himself. He had what he felt was a healthy amount of self-esteem. Worked out on the regular. His animation career was on the up and up and if he turned his head the right way in the mirror he looked just fine. Kate, on the other hand? Kate was on another level. Katie with her big, beautiful blue eyes with lashes that didn’t need a lick of mascara. Kate with her pert, round breasts and her bubble butt that looked stunning even in the yoga pants she was wearing. Kate who turned heads everywhere they went. Marrying Kate had made him…ever so slightly insecure about himself. He couldn’t help but think, as heads were turned, that a moment after thinking holy shit she’s hot! they glanced at him and had to wonder really? That’s the guy she’s with? It was all so stupid and he’d never told her any of it and never would. She adored the ground he walked on and told him as much all the time. She was the most dedicated, loyal woman he’d ever had the privilege of being with. He did everything to keep her happy. There was just that one thing. That one annoying sliver under his nail. The feeling of inadequacy brought on by the obvious disparity in their appearances and personalities. Kate could have been a glamorous movie star if she wanted. Phil? Phil could have been…Phil cleaned up real good. If he threw a suit on, got a decent hair cut, people would look at him and say: now there’s a respectable fellow. Some woman’s going to do real well with him. And then they found out he was with Kate and the look on their faces would inevitably say oh she’s way out of his league. Or so he thought. Which was stupid. He’d never been jealous. He’d never been insecure. And then he’d married Kate. And he hated both of those feelings but just could not excise them no matter how much he tried or convinced himself he was being stupid. “You having a good time?” He looked to the side as he felt someone cozying up to him. It was Alicia. She’d ditched her friend and shuffled sideways along the log to come shoulder to shoulder with him. He didn’t mind at all. Alicia was no Kate but she had a banging bod, a very pleasant girl-next-door disposition and the pretty face and sunny smile to go with it. A chat with her would sure beat ruminating about his own deficiencies. He flashed a smile at her. “It’s alright,” he said. She smiled back and leaned against him with a gentle, playful shove. “Not really your thing, huh?” she asked. He looked back out over the fire.