lankly. “I need a shower,” he murmurs.
“And I’ve provided enough of a floor show.”
“It’s a mighty fine floor show,” he whispers. He steps forward, and I step back
again.
“Don’t.”
“I hate that you won’t let me touch you.”
“Ironic, huh?”
His eyes narrow once more. “We ha一ven’t resolved much, ha一ve we?”
“I’d say not. Except that I’m moving out of this bedroom.”
His eyes flare and widen briefly. “She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“Except when you need her.”
“I don’t need her. I need you.”
“You didn’t yesterday. That woman is a hard limit for me, Christian.”
“She’s out of my life.”
“I wish I could believe you.”
“For fuck’s sake, Ana.”
“Please let me get dressed.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair once more. “I’ll see you this
evening,” he says, his voice bleak and devoid of feeling. And for a brief
moment I want to take him in my arms and soothe him. . . but I 405 | P a g e
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resist because I’m just too mad. He turns and heads for the bathroom. I stand
frozen until I hear the door close.
I stagger to the bed and flop down on to it. My inner goddess and my
subconscious are both giving me a standing ovation. I did not resort to tears,
shouting, or murder, nor did I succumb to his sexpertise. I deserve a
Congressional Medal of Honor, but I feel so low. Shit. We resolved nothing.
We’re on the edge of a precipice. Is our marriage is at stake here? Why
can’t he see what a complete and utter ass he’s been running to that
woman? And what does he mean when he says he’ll never see her again?
How on earth am I supposed to believe that? I glance at the radio alarm—it’s
eight thirty. Shit! I’ll don’t want to be late. I take a deep breath.
“Round Two was a stalemate, Little Blip,” I whisper, patting my belly. “Daddy
may be a lost cause, but I hope not. Why, oh why, did you come so early,
Little Blip? Things were just getting good.” My lip trembles, but I take a deep
cleansing breath and bring my rolling emotions under control.
“Come on. Let’s go kick ass at wo
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