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I couldn’t decide if I should take off my wedding ring or leave it on.
Lying in a small, borderline shitty hotel off the interstate in Amarillo, waiting for Nate to text me, I turned the gold band over and over between my fingers.
Cam had stopped wearing his almost immediately. No one asked him questions if he showed up without it. His clients were used to him not wearing one—he never wore his ring or his watch while he was working.
I worked in one of those offices where people noticed. A coworker had come in without his wedding ring once, and the whispers had started flying before he’d even reached his desk. Turned out he’d smashed his hand on something over the weekend. He’d wisely removed the ring before his finger had swelled up too much. A week later, the ring was back on, and when he brought his wife to the Christmas party a few months later, people finally stopped speculating about trouble in paradise.
If I didn’t wear mine, people would notice. And I really, really didn’t want to talk about it.
So for the time being, my ring stayed on at work.
But what about here?
The fact was, Nate would notice one way or the other. The gold band or the tan line would probably be equally conspicuous to him.
So if I left it on, was I being stupidly optimistic? Or if I took it off, was I admitting defeat?
On or off, you’re overthinking it.
I turned it slightly so I could see the engraving on the inside. It was sadly ironic that when we’d had our commitment ceremony eleven years ago, we’d both joked about engraving Put It Back On inside the bands. Somehow that didn’t seem as funny now.
Not as funny, but perhaps slightly less painful than the words he had chosen:
Until the end of time — Cam.
On either side of the quote were engraved dates—our commitment ceremony and our legal wedding. Two of the best days of my life.
I set the ring on the nightstand. Maybe I’d just leave it off for a while. See how that went. How it felt.
Three’s a disaster when things come unraveled.
Rock star Nate Keller is on top of the world, but his headlining tour has one drawback. It keeps him away from his boyfriends, Theo and Cameron, for weeks at a time. Yet after four-and-a-half years—and a lot of hard work—the trio is still going strong.
But then Cam comes to visit with devastating news. After seventeen years together, he and Theo have agreed to a trial separation. Nate tries desperately to fix his lovers’ broken relationship, but there’s only so much he can do from the road.
At home, Cam tries to carry on, but feels like his whole life is spiraling out of control. Theo struggles to cope with the split as his depression worsens. They’re both spinning their wheels, quickly losing hope they can keep it together—and keep the man they both still love.
Desperate, Nate drops everything in a last-ditch attempt to pull their trio back together before they hit rock bottom. Except their love could already be shattered beyond repair.
Warning: Contains two men who must face how broken they are before they can fix their failing marriage, and the man who loves them both—but doesn’t know how to save them.
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M Romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…