All Chapters of The Temporary Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I’m staring at the summons, but the words don’t change, they dance across the papers, but they are the same. If I don’t want to get thrown out, I have meet with my immigration officer, some Evangeline. In the living room of the small space I’m borrowing from a fellow boxer at the ring, I let my head hang.The second I saw the test, I started to search for them. I’ve poured money into this, time, effort. Yet, Mackayla and my child are nowhere to be found.Sometimes I fear they’ve left the country.I can’t sit here doing nothing, and so I set out, to our former work station that doubled as my place for the night when we worked together.The car jerks around, but I know it’s not going to stop, that’s just how it works, and if I want better, I’d have to pay better, right now, I can’t afford it. I have some money left, but that’s for when I find them, I’d have to give my kid a proper place to live.I pull the car to a stop in the familiar parking lot. The two story building was home to me

The first thing I noticed about Izzy, is that he doesn’t like to be touched. My eyes remained on him the entire time we get our measurements taken.The tailor brushed his shoulder, Izzy flinched. Subtle, quick, like he thought no one would notice.I did.The baker was worse.Too familiar, too comfortable, hands lingering. Izzy never said anything. He only endured.And I found that.. unacceptable. “How’s the what’s it called, vanilla one different from the nut one?” I ask when she wouldn’t stop touching him. Cora, I think, is the name of the baker, she gives a hearty laugh.“Vanilla bean and Hazelnut praline.” she corrects, teaching me the differences between the flavors, but I’m just satisfied that her attention is moved from Izzy. He’s still grumpy from letting him sleep in. He didn’t like when I told him,“I was wondering when this side of you would show up.”It was a better cover than telling him that I watched him sleep and lost track of time.It wasn’t supposed to happen, what

Izzy looks a little green in the face, eyes darting about him uncomfortably.It’s sad isn’t it, that while I’m feeling a familiar sense of excitement rush through my veins, my partner for life is muttering, looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. It’s been my life long dream, to stand facing the one I love, with our friends and he earth as witnesses, promise to take care of each other till death do us part. Izzy’s heart shaped mouth form the words.“Till death do us part.”I echo them. “I pronounce you partners for life,”And I ignore the way Izzy’s mouth counter the statement, muttering, ‘for a few years’ under his breath.Unsure why that causes some kind of clogging in my chest. “You may kiss your husband.”My throat goes dry, eyes falling on his mouth. They look even softer up close, it’s hard work dragging my eyes to his. There’s buzzing under my skin and I try to keep it under control.We didn’t discuss this. He hates skin contact, certainly he won’t be thrilled to s

I want Izzy to look at me. The thought is persistent, that’s why I find myself doing all sorts of things to get his attention.Like when I feed a sea gull, he gives me a curious glance. That should have been enough.But I go ahead and ask to drive the boat, to have all his attention.The heat of his attention burns, in the best way possible.Then he starts asking questions about me, there’s a stretchy? itchy feeling in my chest when he asks.It’s easy to tell him about myself, answering the questions he’s asked, tentatively I ask mine, I’d like to say it’s going well, we can become something of friends. Until I accidentally knock him into the water.“This is why you asked if I could swim??” The frown is back, eyes flashing with annoyance and irritation.Not exactly what I hoped for when I wanted him to look at me.Shit.The man is hot. His wet shirt clings to his lean muscles, hair plastered on his face, he swipes it away with a huff, hiding his face from me for a few seconds. “You

Tips to get Izzy’s attention; Tell everyone the story of how you met. He’ll panic, but he’d be looking at you.Have I said just how much I love bon fires? Izzy’s sitting beside me, like closer than he usually would. That alone is my victory for tonight. Then he drinks from my beer.My brain, like a train, grinds to a halt as I watch him take a drink from the can I’d drank from few seconds before. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol buzzing in my system, but something’s definitely buzzing. Another thing to note about Izzy, he’s very, stubborn.To get him to use the room, I had to physically take him there myself. Literally, hoist him on my shoulders, it’s the only way I can think of, otherwise he’d just slink off, he’s very smart. What I didn’t account for was… for certain body parts to touch me.I’m not sure how I feel about it.I mean, I box, body parts touch each other a lot when you do such strenuous physical activity. But it’s Izzy’s body part. That makes all the difference. He