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,