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Her smile turns mischievous. “Even better.”

I shake my head. “It’s not like that.”

“I think it is, and you’re just in denial.”

“I’m not. I⁠—”

“I just saw you two eye-fuck the shit out of each other. What’s stopping you from actually fucking?”

I glance around, suddenly aware of how many people could be eavesdropping on our conversation. All it takes is one person who recognizes me for the rumor mill to start churning.

Leaning toward Hilde, I lower my voice. “You know what.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I just found out my husband’s been sleeping with his assistant.”

“All the more reason to get some dick.”

I hold up my left hand. “I’m still technically married.”

She stares at the rings for a few moments. Then she grabs my elbow and pulls me away from the line, dragging me along the path toward the lake. “Get rid of them.”

“What? My rings?”

“What else?” She gestures toward the water. “Toss ’em.”

I swallow, staring at the rings on my finger, then the lake, then Hilde.

“Shouldn’t I give them back to Wyatt instead?”

“Fuck Wyatt,” she snaps. “Do this for you.”

“For me,” I echo, toying with the rings before sliding them off and setting them in my palm. They suddenly feel heavier than they ever have.

Wrapping my hand around them, I reel back and throw them into the lake. They disappear with barely a ripple. Like they never existed.

They’re probably worth more than my car, but I don’t care. I don’t need them weighing me down any longer.

“How do you feel?” Hilde bumps my shoulder.

I look down at my finger. “A bit…naked.”

“You’ll get used to it. And while you’re feeling naked, maybe it’s time to get naked with a certain sexpot of a neighbor.” She loops her arm through mine and steers me back toward the winery tent. “If I were staying within a few yards of him, you can guarantee I’d be hitting that.”

“Hilde…”

“What? I would. Hell, after Dwight cheated on me, I made sure to have my own fun in the form of a younger man or two.” She winks. “Maybe even at the same time.”

“The last thing I need in my life right now is another complication.”

“Who said anything about a complication?” she shoots back. “I’m merely suggesting you give yourself the gift of some really good dick.”

“Which will only lead to complications.”

“Only if you let it,” she sings.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for any sort of relationship.”