It didn’t take him long to realize he was in love with her. He and Jill had started dating when they were seventeen years old. His whole adult life had been about the two of them. It was an adjustment to only think of himself and what he wanted. He really fucking needed to stop thinking about his ex-wife in context to everything he did.

Nick groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. He’d been done with looking after about a week and had just gone with what she wanted. Scratch that, the house Jillian had picked after months of searching. He’d never even lived alone until the divorce, and then Jillian had moved out, leaving him in the house they’d picked together. Still, it was fucking strange to be standing in the first and only place that he’d gotten for himself, and by himself. Now was the time for low-key, easy and convenient. The last thing Nick wanted was to be picky about where he moved. It was only the second home he’d seen, and after one quick look, he’d known it was the one. The duplex had come with both, and even a little garage off to the left. He needed a lot of room when he cooked, and a great deal of counter space. To the right of the living room was a decent sized dining room, and behind that a nice, large open kitchen, which had been the only thing he insisted on when getting a place. The front door opened into the living room. It wasn’t a small place by any means, but it wasn’t a large one, either. “This is fucking strange.” Nick Fuller stood in the middle of the empty duplex, his eyes casing the room.

Crossroads by Riley Hart