Between Memories and Faces

doing bringing this girl with me? How could my life have changed so radically in such

er my last name. And now that I know I was the first man in her life, I can't even begin to imagine her giving hersel

attle with a wife? The most eligible bachelor, capt

ding the word painted

name of the bui

ve here?" she

to dive into the guilt I feel fo

wn the engine and watch the

e're her

then walk around the aircraft to open hers. I take her hand and guide her to

down the hallway and

ide with wonder. "This place is

on-my place is over nin

a small smile, watchin

e never shared a bed with a woman. My submissives always h

live

ey're with me from Monday to Friday. On weekends, Taylor vis

n end to this madness and come up with a plan. But instead, I

hing me a smile so beautifu

ty. She doesn't deserve to

he artwork in the living room. I can't tak

pictures from our wedd

at? What do I say? What

Gail appears, and I ca

ng Ana. She probably thinks

eed to explain myself to her. Even though she signed a confidenti

ousekeeper? I'm so

this conversation goes

ask. My voice is ha

not yet. I need about ten more minutes. I'm making

inue," I or

k to her," Ana scolds

find a way to fix this-get out of this mess. But how? I don't dare tell her

na. I reject the call. I power u

when I hear a k

ner is ready,"

na co

aiting f

me expectantly. I sigh and ges

's your wife,

h

?" I ask. I don't want

ious. She knows something's off-she probably suspec

rived yet?" I

t y

oing t

ng me one last disapproving

spiraling ou

a is sitting on a bar sto

delicious,

kes excellent fettuccine," I

eturns her focus to her plate. What's wrong? Gai

s some Prosec

s,

ing wrong?

ly, playing with her food.

s, but Ana doesn't drink.

d, my tone shar

not h

ike wasting food,"

g without complaining. I

my study. There are matt

i," Welch

ut about Ana. I don't know her last name." Damn

name, it's goi

I don't k

and see what I can find. Do yo

rown hair, upturne

ll see what

more about Ana-if she has par

oyfriend.

door pulls me f

me

amn. She's gorgeous. My body responds immediately-so muc

h and let her go. But something inside me resists. Maybe it's the spark in her eyes, that in

aling just enough of her figure to bl

-every lie, every risk,