Something Worth Saving by Chelsea Landon Page A

also explain why she’d been married five times. At some point you’d think she would get the hint that she was no expert in this department.
    Again, if you asked her, this gave her experience. Which in Georgia Gillian terms meant expert. Once more, I call bullshit.
    Her logic is fucked. Clearly. She’s a forty six-year-old divorced alcoholic with commitment issues.
    I got off track. My point here is that in every relationship there’s a point when you’re comfortable.
    So if a good-looking guy walked by, sometimes I looked.
    If a girl with a great ass walked by, Jace looked.
    Was that wrong?
    I didn’t think anything was wrong with that. Maybe that’s not normal, but it never bothered me.
    Again, where exactly am I going with this, and what does it have to do with this story?
    There’s this perception that men, and women, don’t glance at the opposite sex when they’re in a committed relationship, and that’s unrealistic.
    Expecting our relationship to be that of a storybook was unrealistic in so many ways.
    Sometimes I wondered if Logan and Brooke had troubles like that. In my eyes they seemed like the perfect couple.
    But then again, did that even exist anymore?
    I was sure it did for them, but me? I wasn’t so sure.
    At the rate we were going, I knew for sure that I didn’t want to be that couple who only got along because they were never together and didn’t have to be around each other.
    You know those couples where they’re never together and when they finally are, they’re all over each other? But send them on vacation together for two weeks, and they’re ready to cut each other’s throats.
    I wasn’t sure that was me and Jace, either.
    So where did that leave us now?
    Lost in the smoke was where we were.
    As we drove toward our apartment, a thick layer of fog had rolled in, blanketing the city with pockets of glowing thick puffs of what would look to most like smoke.
    Fitting, huh?
    Wanting some contact from him, his warmth, I pulled his hand to mine, joining them together on the seat next to us.
    Would he pull away? Would he take it and hold it like I wanted him to?
    He looked confused for about three seconds. Then he laughed. “Where’s this going, honey? Lookin’ to get lucky?”
    Like I said, Jace misses nothing. He was so fucking perceptive it drove me mad sometimes, because I knew he sensed the void between us now but did nothing.
    His knee nudged mine, and his eyebrows raised. “Come on, girl, don’t be shy.”
    When Jace wanted to tease me, he could, and he was very good at it. Leaning toward me, he whispered, “Wanna go someplace with me?” Hands gripped the steering wheel, white knuckles easing into pink skin.
    “Where?” I felt like his reason for teasing me was covering up the obvious — what he didn’t want to say. Like, “Hey, what’s bothering you? Are you happy?”
    It’d be nice if he sensed that shit and asked that. But he didn’t.
    “That’s not important.” His eyes were on the stoplight, watching as cars rushed by, all scrambling to make it through the intersection before it turned. Some made it; two didn’t. He paused and waited for the straggler to cross the intersection. The camera perched on the light flashed to capture the white Lexus as it sped through. “I asked if you wanted to go with me.”
    It took a while for me to understand where he was taking me, but the grin he kept at bay behind his hand rubbing his jaw gave it away.
    When he turned onto California Way, I knew. Hamilton Viewpoint. Though it was an hour out of the way, it didn’t matter. The view was worth it.
    As you know, time alone was never available at our house, and the thought of going to the same place he took me on our first date was one that took me back to a lot of memories. We hadn’t been there since that date. The viewpoint was located above the beaches of Alki, and from there you could see the port, downtown, Elliott Bay, the Cascades. The view had it all. The idea had my