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The Thing About Love(6)
Author: Kim Karr

Not that I came or anything.

But seriously, as soon as the delicious taste hit my tongue and slid down my throat, I began to wonder if it might not be better than sex, or the sex I was having with myself, ever since Jaxson and I broke up, anyway.

And if that wasn’t just pathetic.

Scowling at Archer very loudly, Montgomery drew my attention, and I brought myself back to their conversation.

“—I meant the bloody cake, not the orgasms, Monty,” Archer scolded. “Now give me that plate. You know you can’t eat it.”

Monty was his pet name for Montgomery, and although it didn’t seem fitting, whenever he said it, it seemed right.

“It’s my fault,” I piped up. “Montgomery told me you wanted him to watch his waistline, but I insisted he have a piece with me.”

“Is that what he told you?” Archer asked. So unmistakably horrified at the thought, he relinquished the plate back to Montgomery immediately, as if it were burning his fingertips.

Montgomery was making a slicing gesture across his throat, but it was too late, I’d already spoken. I had no idea where to go from there.

“That simply isn’t true,” Archer divulged, straightening his pink bow tie.

“Archer, please don’t say another word,” Montgomery begged.

Archer shook his head. “I’m sorry, Monty, but Jules needs to know. I should have told her last week.”

“Told me what?” I asked, placing my fork into the cake since there was nowhere else to put it.

He turned toward me. “Last week, Monty thought he had a severe case of indigestion, but when it didn’t go away, I practically had to handcuff him and force him to allow me take him to the Emergency Room. The ER doctor determined almost immediately it was not indigestion, but rather diagnosed he was having a heart attack. In a matter of minutes, my Monty had been whisked to the cardiac floor where they discovered a blockage in one of his arteries. Luckily, the cardiologist was able to open it, but our Monty needs to work on keeping it that way by eating the right foods.”

Shocked, I set my plate down on the counter beside me. “Oh, my God. I had no idea. Montgomery, why didn’t you tell me?”

Archer answered for him. “Because he knew how important this client was to you, and didn’t want you to cancel.”

Tears shimmered in my eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Montgomery was nodding his head. “I’m fine, my darling. Don’t listen to Archer. You know he overreacts to almost everything. It wasn’t that big of a deal. And look at me—I’m fine. The doctor said to watch what I eat, and I have been. Once in a while, if I want to indulge, I should be able to. Don’t you think, Juliette?”

Just then there was a pounding on the back door. It saved me from having to answer, and I was thankful for that.

At the sound, Archer slung an arm around Montgomery and took the plate from his hand at the same time. “Come with me in the back, my Monty, that must be the security company.”

Montgomery looked at him in confusion.

“They are going to install a new feature that will allow you to turn the door buzzer off all by itself. You can use it whenever you need silence while leaving the alarm system intact.”

Jerking his head toward me, Montgomery said, “What would I do without him? He’s always trying to make my life easier. Finish your cake, Juliette. I’ll be right back.”

I smiled at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And then I watched the couple as they strode into the back kitchen arm-in-arm, and sighed.

Now that was a perfect kind of love.



Actions Speak Louder than Words


I WASN’T A ROMANTIC, BUT some gestures always made my heart swell because they reminded me of my parents.

The ways in which my father used to show my mother how much he loved her were so sweet.

Their love for each other was deep, profound and full of the little things that mattered.

It was so perfect.

All I had to do was close my eyes, and I could easily remember the times my father had serenaded my mother at six in the morning because she’d gotten upset with him the night before. Or the holidays he’d had flowers sprayed in glitter before having them delivered because my mother adored sparkly things. And how sometimes he’d bring home a picnic dinner in the middle of winter to help satisfy her spring fever.

I wanted that—someone who knew me better than I knew myself. Someone to laugh with. Cry with. Be with. Someone who made my leg kick up and my toe point when he kissed me. Made my world stop. Someone to love who loved me the same way.

But my prince charming hadn’t arrived yet, and he might never arrive. I had to accept that. Still, I was lucky. I got to see love all around me, and that would have to be enough—for now.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and set my teary-eyed gaze on the cake.

Feeling like this appointment was going to go off without a hitch, I quickly swiped my tears away. Pulling my portfolio of items from my bag, I began neatly arranging them around the cake.

The Tiffany blue looked terrific against the white and brown. And the rustic look really made the color pop.

Jaxson’s business card had gotten intertwined with the photos of the old barns I’d found online for potential venues.

“Sundance.” His nickname used as his professional name was embossed in silver upon white card stock. The S was in a scripted font, and the remaining letters were plain. There was a camera watermarked behind it. His business moniker was not so much elegant as it was practical. Easy on the eyes. A lot like he was.

I stared at it for a long while. He had always aspired to do more than weddings. He wanted to work for a prominent magazine and shoot fashion models. He wanted to work for National Geographic and photograph wild animals. He wanted to photograph anything but weddings.

Had I been the one who had held him back?

Was he finally moving on?

I shoved the card back in my bag. I’d show Rory his work back at my office. Seeing was believing, after all.

When my gaze swung back to the cake, I frowned as I focused on the heart etched into the middle tier.

A wave of alarm washed through me.

Oh, no!



It couldn’t be.

It just couldn’t be wrong.

I bent to get a closer look. With my lips twisted in contemplation, I stared at it for three long seconds.

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