“I’m shocked about a lot of things nowadays.” She licked her suddenly dry lips, and Noah clicked his fingers.
Water was on the table, and she rubbed at her temple, trying to understand everything that was going on.
“So, tell me, what’s been going on in your life? You were married.”
“Yes, I was married. I heard you were as well.”
“Yep. She tried to take me to the cleaners, but I got off on a one-off payment. Turns out infidelity doesn’t pay.”
“Were you faithful?” she asked.
“Every single day. It was her that couldn’t keep her pants on.”
“Oh, wow, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sad about it. It was a bad match. I shouldn’t have gotten married, but I thought at the time it was the right thing to do.”
“Right thing to do?”
“Yes, it’s one of those things that just happened, but she wasn’t right for me and I’ve not seen her in years. Not since the divorce when she got what she wanted out of me. You got married as well.”
She stared down at her drink, wondering what to say. “I did. For a short time at least.”
“Bad breakup?”
She nibbled her lip, not really sure how best to approach it. “We…”
“Wanted different things?” he asked.
Skye chuckled. “No, we wanted the same things. A career, a couple of dogs, kids, the whole family dream, we just didn’t mesh well.”
“Mesh well?”
Locking her fingers together, she held them up. “We didn’t click. We were two different people and wanted things from each other that we couldn’t give each other.” She wasn’t about to tell him the arguments she had with Martin, the late nights filled with tears and emptiness where he begged her to let him in.
“But you both wanted the same things,” Noah said. “How could you not have worked if you were both the same?”
“It wasn’t the same. We weren’t compatible.”
“How long were you married?”
“Five years.” She took a sip of water. “Can we move on? We don’t need to talk about my marriage.”
“You’re very defensive.”
“I just don’t want to talk about my failed marriage.”
“Is that how you see it, failed?”
“I’m not married anymore. How else would you see it?”
Noah tilted his head to the side, watching her.
“Don’t do that,” she said, hating his scrutiny. She could handle everything else, but the way he looked at her, it unnerved her. Did he see through her vague reasons?
Martin had been such a good guy. Kind, sweet, charming, loving. He’d been every woman’s dream, and she’d fallen for him. The first year had been a whirlwind of romance. She’d felt like she could finally move on from the past that always seemed to drag her down.
After their wedding and into the second and third year of their marriage, it had become a disaster. Martin had always been a considerate lover, and he wanted to know everything, only, he couldn’t bring her to orgasm. Not once.