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his hair and looked away for a minute. Her eyes once again filled with tears.
    “I’m sorry, Michael,” was all she could say.
    He shifted his body so he looked directly into her eyes. “No. Don’t do that, don’t apologize. You don’t have to say you’re sorry. Just please, please talk to me. If it’s about the babies, honey, we haven’t even begun to think of options. We can go for more testing, get a second opinion. A third. There are so many alternatives. So many things we can try. Hell, we can adopt a baby. We can fill out the paperwork tomorrow, get things going.”
    Sophie was shaking her head, tears streaming down her face now.
    “What? What is it? Please, Christ! Just fucking tell me what the hell I have to do to get my wife back.”
    She wiped her face and sat up, looking at him. He sat there, her beautiful husband. He was fit, muscular. She always had the feeling of being safe near him, protected in his arms. But his eyes, those blue, blue eyes, they were so sad now. They looked at her with a desperation she’d glimpsed now and again over the last months. She had never seen her husband cry. But how would he look at her if he ever found out how depraved she was?
    A part of her screamed for her to trust him. To tell him everything. It swore he wouldn’t accuse her, shame her. But she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t strong enough.
    “I’m tired, Michael. Give me time, I just need more time. It’s the move; everything is so different here and you’re gone so much.”
    His expression changed, guilt twisting his mouth. But what did he have to feel guilty about?
    She put her hand on his arm and slid a little closer, tucking herself into him. “I understand about work. I’m not blaming you. Just give me some time, okay? Let’s have a nice weekend. I love you, don’t ever doubt that. I love you, Michael, I always will. I just need time.”
    Michael hugged her tighter to his body.
    “I love you, baby. Whatever it is, I don’t care. We’ll figure it out, work through it. You know that, right?”
    Oh God, tears again. She nodded, somehow able to form her mouth into a smile even as the crying began anew. He held her for a while, just rocking her, keeping her face buried in his chest, cradling the back of her head. She went limp in his arms and just let him take care of her. She trusted him completely, didn’t she? She could tell him anything. Just not this.

Chapter Four
     
     
    When Michael was out of town again the following week, Sophie returned to the club. She was only going to look, to watch; she just couldn’t keep away.
    Comforting herself with this thought, she made her way up the stairs. John, the same bouncer at the door, acknowledged her with a smile and opened the door. She turned to him before going inside, finding him friendlier than the women in the lobby.
    “Can you call Kyan? Tell him Sophie’s here?”
    “I will,” he said. “You can wait in the lobby.”
    She stepped inside and the door closed behind her. She found she was more excited tonight than frightened.
    The office door opened and Kyan stepped through, a smile on his face. She exhaled immediately, meeting his smile with her own, not realizing she’d been holding her breath. When he reached her, he took her hands and kissed her cheek.
    “I’m glad we didn’t scare you off,” he said. He looked her over from head to toe and she became very aware of the two women around her. “Why don’t we go to my office?”
    “Yes, please,” she said, appreciating that he was so in tune to her feelings.
    “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
    She shook her head, but remembered well his instructions. “No, thank you,” she dropped her gaze, “Sir.”
    He leaned on his desk and folded his arms across his chest, his expression one of curiosity. “What would you like to do then?” he asked.
    She met his eyes again. “I’m not sure I’d like to… do … anything. No, I am sure I don’t want to do anything. But