Page 33 of Frog Hog

“Ok. Honest War.” Those two words always scare me a little, but thankfully I no longer have anything to hide. Not my love. Not secrets. I’m an open book for her.

“Tell me what’s on your mind right now,” she says, voice low, gaze fixed on mine. “The whole truth. Nothing but the truth. Right now.”

This will be a truth that hurts me. One that feels dishonorable and shocking. One that I never would have believed in a million years had you told me ten years ago. Because it’s an Honest War and I can’t lie, nor do I want to. Not to her. Never again.

“What’s on my mind?”

She nods, lips pressed to the side in a smirk.

I swallow it down, for the very last time, relieved all my cards will be on the table. Looking up to the ceiling I whisper a silent apology and then I speak the truth. “I’ve never loved a woman more than I love you.”

Tears well in her eyes. “Honestly?”

It’s my turn to nod. “Honest War,” I reply.