CHAPTER 64

When a man asks a woman to be his wife, he shouldn't have to be without her again. But life doesn't obey "should's," and for the past month, I've been working on promotions for my new album in LA while she wrapped up handing off her show in New York. Being forced to live apart from the person you love means you devote a lot of energy to reunion fantasies. In the hours between finishing my album, Emily and I have reunited on the marble kitchen counter. The walk-in-closet-sized shower. The hot tub. The pool. Fuck, have we reunited in the pool... None of my fantasies had her staring at me like this. "What's going on?" She's frozen in the doorway like some beautiful woodland creature realizing it wandered to the wrong stream to drink. Color has her cheeks pink under the trace of freckles. Her black dress skims curves I know in exquisite detail, leaving her shoulders b