Summer of Two Wishes by Julia London

She was going to walk out the door. Wyatt’s pulse jumped another notch. “You can’t do this. You can’t walk out on our marriage.”
    “I’m not walking—Wyatt.” She abruptly caught his face between her hands and her eyes roamed over it as if she were memorizing it. “You are right—I love you so much. But I loved—love— Finn , too, and I have to think how this is all going to work. I have to figure out how to live with two of you in my heart. Can’t you see that?”
    “Do you want to be with me?” he asked gruffly, appalled by how much he needed her to say yes.
    “Yes,” she said. “Yes.” She went up on her toes and kissed him sweetly before sliding down again and dropping her hands from his face. “Just give me some time, will you? That’s all I am asking. I am going to get some things together—”
    “You’re going tonight ?”
    “I think I should.”
    “Jesus, Macy,” he said, and dragged his fingers over his neatly cut hair. “Look,” he said, “I’ll sleep on the boat.” He could see that she was about to argue. “Just tonight,” he added quickly. “Tomorrow…” He didn’t say anything else. Tomorrow, in the light of day, he’d convince her to stay.
    Her smile was far too grateful. She laced her fingers through his and kissed his knuckles. “Thank you for being so understanding.”
    He wasn’t understanding. He didn’t understand at all.
    “Will you excuse me? I’m wiped out and want to take a bath.” She started inside, Milo on her heels. She paused at the door. “Oh, I almost forgot—the closing date for the sale of Two Wishes Ranch? We need to cancel that, obviously.”
    “I don’t know about that.” He snorted. “The property issue is a whole other mess.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You can’t just turn back the clock,” he scoffed.
    Macy blinked. “Maybe not, but we can give Finn his land back. We have to give it back. Will you please cancel the closing?”
    “Then what do I do?” he asked irritably. “That land is part of the resort deal.”
    “Wyatt…you’ll have to find the money someplace else.”
    “It’s not just the money, Macy. It’s the land. You know that part of Two Wishes is also part of the resort footprint.”
    She frowned. “You own land on the other side of the footprint. Can’t you use that for the resort?”
    Wyatt rolled his eyes. “It’s not that easy. There are easements and ingress-egress considerations.”
    “But it’s the right thing to do,” she said firmly.
    Wyatt clamped his jaw shut. Macy apparently took his silence as agreement, because she walked into the house.

10
     
    Macy awoke from a dead sleep and looked straight into the eyes of Milo, who had laid his head on the edge of the bed and was making little whimpering noises. When she opened her eyes, the dog began to writhe with excitement.
    She pushed herself up on her elbows, shoved the hair from her eyes, and looked at the clock next to the bed. It was almost eight o’clock. “Ohmigod,” she said, and fell back onto the pillow, covering her face with her hands. Last night, when she was sitting cross-legged on her bed and drinking wine from the bottle, she knew that she was going to pay for it, but she hardly cared. She’d needed desperately to dull her senses, to numb her thoughts.
    This morning, her head was killing her.
    Milo’s eager tail thrashed the drapes behind him with such ferocity that Macy had to roll over, grab his collar, and tell him to sit. “Are you hungry?” she asked, and Milo gave her a high-pitched wail as he leapt over her and onto the bed, hovering over her and trying to lick her face.
    “All right, all right,” Macy said, and pushed his snout away from her face as she worked to untangle herself from the sheets. She wondered where Wyatt was. It was unlike him to sleep late. But he’d spent the night on the boat and maybe he’d had a few last night, too.
    Macy stumbled into the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth,