“But I don’t want to pretend the feelings aren’t there.”
“Neither do I.”
For one beautiful, dangerous moment, we stood close enough to kiss.
Then Karen stepped back.
“Not yet.”
I nodded.
“Not yet.”
She smiled sadly.
“When the divorce is final, if you still feel this way, we’ll talk again.”
“And if I do?”
“Then we’ll have a very complicated conversation.”
I laughed.
“I’m looking forward to it already.”
We went back to work.
Neither of us knew that Michael had parked across the street twenty minutes earlier. He had seen me leave the store carrying a box.
He had seen Karen smile at me through the window.
And he had decided that I was going to become a problem.
A problem he intended to eliminate.
Michael’s Little Plan
Two weeks later, Karen received a letter from Michael’s attorney.
He was challenging the proposed division of their marital assets.
That wasn’t unusual.
