146.  Game On

~ RIG ~

Being married was turning me into a dick.

We were walking outside in the late misty morning. Up here in the mountains the mist and fog often stuck around, swirling through the trees until lunchtime, or later. I’d been showing Cara around, telling her stories of the times we’d spent up here as a family, and the trips with my friends during high school and college vacations. I didn’t mention Stephen or my dad, just the good times. The fun memories. I was trying to keep both of our minds off everything that wouldn’t make her smile. Because Cara’s smile was beautiful and lit up my chest every time she did it.

Of course, that was half the problem. Every time she smiled I needed to take that mouth in a kiss. And every time I kissed her my body woke up again.