Countdown to My Divorce

After hearing what Rachel said, Tyler seemed to seriously considerit for a moment before finally agreeing with her point.

“I think you’re right. Who knows? Maybe in the future, I’ll end up with a jealous girl who overthinks everything I say, gets sensitive over my jokes, and throws a fit it I talk to another woman for too long. Yeah, thanks for the heads–up.”

Rachel was caught off guard by his comment. He didn’t even have shadow of a girlfriend yet, and here he was so sure that whoever he ended up with would be the jealous type.

She scoffed at his display of confidence.

“Tyler, aren’t you jumping the gun a bit? For all you know, your future girlfriend could be a submissive lady like Samantha.”

Rachel had actually wanted to say she might even be a total shrew, but then thought better of it.

With someone like Tyler, who was already headstrong, bossy, and domineering, it was hard to imagine him going for an equally aggressive woman.

That kind of match wouldn’t look like a relationship. It’d probably look more like a full–on war.

The more she thought about it, the more Rachel couldn’t help but imagine the scene playing out in her mind.

almost to himself or maybe just out

didn’t feel like continuing this pointless back–and–forth. “Are you

going to take a shower first.” Tyler got up and gave Rachel

it was just her imagination, but that slap on the shoulder felt oddly

feel like Tyler had this strange interest

rough idea. She figured she would just paraphrase

in bed. He had on gray silk pajamas, and just from the sheen of the fabric, Rachel could tell it

lying on his side, idly

“Done cheating?”

cheating? I was doing responsible prep

Rachel the Responsible. Let’s see your

patted the empty space on the bed beside

Rachel was speechless.

illusion of conceding verbally, but mentally,