Free Accidentally Still Married (The Naked Truth #2) by Carmen Falcone Page A

phone on the receiver and leaned back in her chair. She hadn’t slept a wink after Sebastian stormed out of her house a week ago. A chilly sensation had spilled over her when he mentioned she could move to L.A right after sex.
    He expected her to just adjust to his life and dreams? He was the one already established, with a multi-million dollar checking account, well respected by his peers and clients.
    Bullshit. When they had made love in the stockroom and she begged him to fill her, she had almost slipped an I love You. Thank goodness she ended up saying she needed him and saved herself the embarrassment. Her disappointment in his offer made her realize she would never completely get over him. Then reality slapped her right in the face -- he enjoyed her sexually, and wanted to continue their relationship even if it meant she would see him in L.A.
    Handing him the divorce papers had been harder than walking away from him two years ago. The moment she gave him the envelope, frustration and sadness mixed inside her like a state-of–the-art blender. Quietly, but oh so powerfully.
    Grace reached for the desk phone, and slid her fingers over the keypad. A lump knotted her throat. Why would she call him? What did she have to say? Until now, she had never taken that Lionel Richie song seriously. She never enjoyed the notes or the rhythm. I just called to say I love you seemed all kinds of cheesy. And anyway, calling to say she loved him wouldn’t change a thing. Would it? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Images of his gorgeous face smiling at her, his dark-skinned body glistening with sweat, his strong arms holding her tight, flooded her mind. She had saved her business and all, but she had lost him. This time, forever. She shuddered as hot tears brimmed her lids.
    “Grace?” Luna called her.
    Grace opened her eyes with a start, and wiped the tears with the back of her hands. “What’s up?”
    “The phone keeps ringing. I guess your, er, husband made some calls because everyone wants to book us.” Luna squealed and started a happy dance. “This is so cool. I’ve put in my notice at my evil day job, so don’t you dare screw this up.”
    “Ex husband.” The word punched her. She shifted in her chair. “You mean he referred my business?”
    “Yep. Four requests this morning alone. It’s who you know, right?” Luna winked at her.
    Why would he recommend her when there wasn’t anything in it for him? What could he get out of it? She swiveled in the chair, and her belly fluttered.
    The same reason why he slept over without having sex, you idiot. He cares for you.
    Luna leaned forward, her brows furrowing with concern. “Do you miss him?”
    “Yeah. Sex was wonderful, you know, but what I missed most was talking to him about things I don’t usually talk about,” Grace said, and her shoulders sagged with relief.
    “Why don’t you just call him up and tell him that?”
    “It’s not that simple. I’m scared if I do, I’ll be compelled to move to L.A. And I fought so hard to make a home here. Florida was the first state I lived in for any amount of time. It’s where Nana lived most of her life.”
    “Do you love him?”
    She cleared her throat. “With all my heart. But I pushed him away and I doubt he’s still interested.” The understatement of the year. She served him the divorce papers and discouraged any hope of them sleeping together ever again. She had seen the expression on his face before he left her. A spark of pain mixed with his defiant expression had crossed his handsome face. Sebastian Zwane wasn’t a man you could say no to… twice. “What if that ship has sailed?”
    Luna picked up Grace’s handbag from under the desk and gave it to her. “Then shit, girl, you swim until you can find it.”
    Grace clenched her fingers on the handle of her bag. She had thought freedom meant leaving him. She had foolishly compared him to Aidan. That was one of her grossest mistakes. Fear had