Distraction (Finding Me #1) Read Online Free

and felt more like an obligation than something two people in love shared. There was no romance. No nothing. This little time at the bar with Tremaine this evening was the most excitement I’ve had in years.
    “What are you thinking about, Kendra?”
    “Nothing,” I say. “So what’s your story?”
    He grins again. He knows I’ m trying to change the subject.
    “Well, I’m single, been that way for a few years...was in a relationship with a woman who I thought I had a future with and she didn’t work out.”
    “Why not?”
    “She was boring, lazy, had no ambition and most of all, she lacked passion.”
    Weird . Everything that I thought was wrong with Corey, he found wrong with his ex. Could that be a coincidence?
    “Why was she boring?”
    “She didn’t like to try new things.”
    “Like what?”
    “For instance, I wanted to go sky diving. She said she would, then when it came time to go, she wasn’t with it. Why is your husband boring?”
    Dang it! He tossed the baton back over to me, but now he was putting words in my mouth because, even though I may have thought it, I never came out of my mouth and said that my husband was boring. So I say, “I didn’t say my husband was boring.”
    “ You don’t have to say it. I can sense it through you,” he replies. “So tell me. Why?”
    “Well, it’s no t as much boredom as it is self-centeredness. My husband forgets that he’s a married man most of the time. It’s like when I have to do something, I think about the needs of the family first. When he has to do something, he thinks of himself above all else.”
    “I see how that could become a nuisance.”
    The bartender brought us a couple of drinks.
    “I ordered these before you got here ,” Tremaine said. “...chose a daiquiri for you...figured you’d like something fruity.”
    “Thanks,” I say, taking a sip. Then I start to think like a wife – a guilty wife. What if Corey walked in this bar and saw me having drinks with Tremaine? What would he do?
    Then a gain, m aybe if he did catch me in the act, that would make him realize how frustrated I am with our marriage and how much I need to feel special and wanted – not taken advantage of. This could be a wake-up call for him...
    “How long have you been married?” Tremaine asks after he takes a swig of beer.
    “Nine years.”
    “That’s a long time.”
    “Yep.” I say, twirling my index finger in the whip cream that tops my daiquiri. It was even longer for me because I have to live it everyday. When times were good, they were good. When they were bad, I wanted out.
    “How long have you been single?”
    “Three years.”
    “That’s a long time, but I’m sure you’ve had plenty of dates.”
    “Nah. I’m not much of a dater.”
    I laughed. “Yeah, right. The same way you lured me here, I’m sure you’ve lured plenty of women to your bedroom.”
    He gives me a hard stare and asks, “Why would you think that?”
    M y body temperature begins to rise again and soars through the roof of this place...
    “Well, you’re good-looking...I’m sure you don’t have a problem meeting women. Your eyes are like precious gems and you dress nice. I know women must hit on you all the time. As a matter of fact, I’ve seen several women in here checking you out.”
    He turns up the beer bottle to his mouth again, taking a deep swallow. He didn’t bother to respond to me so I follow up with, “I know you’re enjoying your time being a bachelor.”
    “I was...until I met you.”
    “Wow. I walked right into that one...”
    “Nah, listen, Kendra... before you think I’m spittin’ game because I’m not. I just feel something between us and I know you feel it too. I know you do. I can’t be alone on this...”
    “What if I did?”
    “Then I think we should do something about it.”
    I furrow my browse and give him a look. I know he’s not suggesting what I think he’s suggesting. “And just what do you propose we do about