Chapter 151

I’m meeting Martha for a late lunch—in her case probably liquid. We’ve been in touch sporadically since the news broke about Elijah and me, and I made sure to contact her the minute Mason posted the statement. We might not be soul sisters, but she is one of the few women from my socialite life that I truly enjoy being around. First, though, I am doing a little work in Amelia’s yard. Nothing major, because it is December, just some tidying and leaf-clearing. It keeps me busy. Last night was a lot, in every possible way. The dancing, the sex. The gift. When he told me that he loved me, I felt so raw and exposed. It was like we were no longer Mr. and Mrs. Smith—it felt like we were Amber and Elijah from twenty years ago, the world at our feet. He was upset when I left so quickly, but I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t think straight with him so close. It was too intimate, and there was a real risk of me losing my resolve and telling him I don’t want us to be over. I miss him, and I’m stil