Savor You (Fusion #5)

Savor You (Fusion #5)

Kristen Proby



“Are you kidding me?” I stare at my doctor, dumbfounded. Are you motherfucking kidding me?

“I’m not,” she says with a satisfied grin and pats my knee. “False-positive pregnancy tests are more common than you think.”

“But the whole damn purpose of a pregnancy test is to tell the truth.”

My fingers are shaking now. Oh my God, what did I do?

“Well, it can’t think for itself. And sometimes it’s wrong.”

“Sometimes it’s wrong.” I swallow hard so I don’t throw up all over her. “He married me,” I whisper. “We’ve only been married for four days.”

“You can always keep trying to have children,” she says.

“You don’t understand. He married me because the pregnancy test was positive.” I swallow again and impatiently brush at the tears on my cheeks.

“Mia, that’s no way to keep a man—”

“No.” I shake my head and glare at her. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just got pregnant, and the next thing I knew we were at the justice of the peace.”

“I was twenty once,” she says and pats my knee again, and I want to deck her condescending ass. “Young people can be impulsive. I’m sure you can have the marriage annulled if that’s what you want to do. In the meantime, I recommend you going on the pill.”

The rest of the appointment is a blur of prescriptions and another pat on the knee, and then I’m in my car, staring at the plain gold band on my left hand, sobbing.

There’s no other reason for Camden to be married to me. He’s never told me he loves me. Hell, we never even officially said we were dating. We moved in together as roommates, and it evolved into hot and convenient sex.

He was just doing the right thing.

And now I have to do the right thing, too.

I can fix this.

No one knows that we got married. Not even my best friends.

And he won’t be home for at least another four hours from his shift at the pub.

Once I’m in our small Seattle apartment, I start blindly throwing my things into suitcases, and when those run out I use garbage bags.

I have to go before he gets home. I can’t face him. I can’t tell him that I was stupid and maybe too hopeful that a sexy and driven man could truly want to be with me.

Once my car is loaded, I write a short note.


My doctor assured me today that the pregnancy test was wrong. I’m not pregnant. There was no need to be hasty and get married. We are free to find someone we truly love to spend our lives with.

Best wishes,


I lay the paper on the kitchen counter and take one last look around our apartment. We’ve only lived here for three months, but there are so many memories. Sex, and food, and laughter.

But there wasn’t any love, at least not from Camden.

And in spite of all of my faults, I deserve love, too.

Chapter One


“Oh, hello Camden.” I smile and tilt my head ever-so-slightly to the side. I’m standing in our office in front of the large full-length mirror between mine and Addie’s desks. “Thank you. I’ve let it grow since I last saw you. No time to get a haircut when you run a successful restaurant.”

I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. “Don’t brag. That’s not nonchalant.” I narrow my freshly lined eyes and consider what to say. “What’s that? You’ve missed me? How nice. I admit that I’ve hardly given you a thought in the past ten years.”

I smirk and then roll my eyes. That’s the biggest lie of my life.

“No, I’ve never watched your show.” I practice raising just one eyebrow, not quite as menacing as The Rock, but in that sophisticated way that some women can do, like my best friend Addie, and fail miserably. Both eyebrows go up and I just look surprised.

“So, you’re impotent.” I nod sagely and try to look sympathetic. “That must be horrible for you.”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Riley, another of my best friends and co-owner of Seduction, asks as she hurries into our office.

“No one,” I reply with a sigh and tease my hair for the fortieth time. “I’m practicing what to say when I see Camden.”

“I don’t think you should lead with a conversation about his dick,” she says and then chuckles. “Although, it’s the most unique icebreaker I’ve ever heard of, so do whatever works for you.”

“It’s been ten years,” I whisper. “How is this even happening?”

“Why didn’t you tell us about him?” Riley counters and I turn to face her.

“Because he was a dude I dated in culinary school. It wasn’t serious.”

“You freaking married him.”

I shrug and turn away, still avoiding the conversation. “Well, I’m not married to him now, am I? And it’s just my luck that he became a celebrity chef and that he’s going to be in my kitchen. Does God hate me?”

“I’ve seen Camden,” Riley says with a slow smile. “He’s a sexy celebrity chef. Eye candy in your kitchen isn’t a horrible thing.”

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