I wince when he calls me by my married name. I look around the diner, and sure enough, everyone is hanging on every word.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him and then hold my breath. He must have finally received the copy of the divorce papers. But that doesn’t explain why he’s here. All he had to do is sign them and send them back. I put that in the note.
He cages me in, one hand on each side of me. “Why do you think I’m here?” he asks softly. His tone doesn’t match his stance. He’s rigid, and I can almost feel the electricity raging through his body. It was the same way the night I met him. Just being next to him is like being near a live wire.
I shrug, not answering him.
There’s a hush in the diner, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is going to be spread all over Whiskey Run before sunrise. Everyone in town will know about legend Josh Chambers being in the diner to talk to me. But that’s the least of my problems.
I reach out to put my hands at his waist and pull back instantly. I was going to push him away, but I know I can’t touch him. I know what happens when I do.
“Is everything okay, Violet?”
I look over Josh’s shoulder, and Sierra and Evan are standing behind him. Josh grabs my hand and turns to face them. “Yeah, everything is fine. I just came to talk to my wife.”
There’s a gasp in the restaurant, and everyone is obviously shocked. But not Sierra—no, she’s looking at me with a smug look on her face. She may not have known the whole story, but she saw the marriage certificate; she knew who I was married to. Evan steps in front of Sierra, no doubt able to feel the waves of testosterone coming off Josh. I swear I wouldn’t be surprised if he took out a full-page ad in the Whiskey Run Gazette telling everyone I am his wife. I mean, he might as well for how he’s acting.
I step around him. “Evan, I’m fine. Thanks.” And then I turn back to Josh. “I sent you the divorce papers. All you had to do was sign them and send them back. That’s it.”
He grunts, and coming from him, it’s more like a growl. I’ve seen three hundred pound men scared of him but not me. No, I’m not scared in the least. At least not physically.
It’s like I can hear his jaw cracking when he says, “I’m not signing the damn papers.”
I blink. Once, then again. “What do you mean you’re not signing the papers? That’s the only way to end the marriage.”
He wraps his big hand around my neck and pulls me in close. “I’m not signing the papers because you’re my wife... and I’m keeping you.”
I shake my head. “What did you just say?”
He repeats himself, and I heard him right the first time, but he enunciates each word. “Because. You’re. My. Wife. And. I’m. Keeping. You.”
And without any warning at all, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is equivalent to every explicit dream I’ve had since the night I married him. I have no control when he looks at me, touches me, or kisses me, and even months later, it still remains the same. The man can kiss like nobody’s business.
He plays dirty. I know this about him. He seduced me at his house in Jasper months ago. He’s made grown men cry on the football field. He’s tough and gruff and never loses, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t like my letter asking for a divorce. But surely, he’ll come to his senses. He’s a famous football player who’s in his prime. I’m a diner owner from a small town who’s six years older than him. Surely he’ll realize I’m not what he wants, not what he needs.
I wrench my lips from his, and I’m breathing heavily as if I’ve been running a race instead of kissing my husband.
I turn to walk away, and he grabs my hand. “No way, darling. You’ve escaped me once but not again. Where you go, I go.”
He walks with me to the back of the diner, and as soon as the swinging door shuts I hear half the town sitting in my diner all start talking at once.
I walk out the back door and try to figure out how I’m going to get myself out of this mess.
* * *
Josh
It’s been two months. Two months since I met Violet and my life was turned upside down. The private investigator I hired wasn’t able to find out shit. The drive-thru wedding chapel was closed for a month because of a death in the family and then when I was able to get to them, they were no help at all. Come to find out they don’t keep the best records. I couldn’t even find anything at the courthouse that showed it was actually filed and we were married. When I found that out, I broke some shit. Anything that was around me was broken into a hundred pieces. I found the woman of my dreams and just let her slip away.
It’s affected my game, my life, my future... everything. There was no way I was ever going to give up finding her, but every day seemed more bleak. I had no clue what her last name was, I didn’t know anything, and we didn’t really talk a lot. I knew she owned a diner but had no idea where. I’ve been searching all over Jasper for her. It wasn’t until this morning that I got back into town and was going through my mail that I found the divorce papers.
I drove straight to Whiskey Run. This whole time she was less than an hour away from me. I tried to calm myself on the way here, but as soon as I saw her, there was nothing calm about me. Even my cock was twitching in my pants.
As I hold on to her and follow her through the kitchen at out the back door, I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s mine. And no matter what, I’m never letting her go again.
As soon as the door closes she turns to me, spitting mad. “What was that? No one here knew I was married. It’s going to be all over town before the night’s over.”
“Good.”