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start with the dialogue to your girlfriend.”
    Nodding, he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. When he closed his eyes, his breathing became deeper. After a few seconds, he looked at her.
    “Lanie, I have something to tell you.” He stopped and turned away. “What am I doing? I can’t do this.”
    She grabbed his arm. The hardness of his muscles beneath the flannel shirt startled her, and for a moment, she couldn’t think of what to say. “What…what do you want to tell me, Brock?”
    She kept hold of him until he faced her, then dropped her hand. This time, a different look appeared in his eyes, and she believed he had finally found the courage to act out this role-playing.
    “Two weeks ago,” he said, “I came home from work early, and guess who else was home from work early?”
    “Yes. I was home.”
    “I saw a strange car in the driveway.” He paused, his lips thinning in anger. “Who do you know drives a red Chevy Cavalier?”
    “I have no idea, Brock. Who?”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t play that game with me. I know better.”
    “What are you insinuating?”
    He folded his arms. “I came into the house to see who was here, and I heard noises up in our room. Can you take a guess what I heard?”
    “No.”
    He stepped closer, making Jordan retreat back against the wall until he had her pinned. The look of bitterness remained in his eyes, yet it didn’t scare her as much as the heat from his body, and the masculine scent of his cologne. She moistened her dry lips with her tongue.
    “Let’s put it this way…you were not sleeping, and you most certainly were not alone,” he snapped.
    “I don’t think you know what was going on, Brock.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    He grasped Jordan’s shoulders, and she sucked in her breath. Her heart thundered in her ears, but it wasn’t from his anger. His gaze focused on her opened lips, and she panicked. This couldn’t happen. She had to tell him not to touch her.
    Yet, he seemed to be releasing his anger and frustration. She couldn’t stop him now. This was good therapy.
    “What are you accusing me of?” she forced herself to say.
    “You were cheating on me. You were with somebody other than the one you’re supposed to love, weren’t you?”
    “Brock, it’s not what you think,” she repeated the famous sentence all cheaters use when they’re caught.
    “It’s not what I think? Ever since you became friends with Tiffany, you’ve wanted to do everything she does. You go clubbing with her and stay out late, and you never want to do anything with me anymore. Tiffany is a wild woman, so I’m sure she’s introduced you to many guys. You’ve changed Lanie. You’re acting just like Tiffany, and I know you’re cheating on me, too! I also know who you’ve been spending time with. I’m not an idiot, Lanie.”
    He closed the space between them. The buttons on his shirt caught the buttons on her open jacket, and his jeans rubbed against her legs. Burning sensations coursed through her body, but she mentally tried to keep the situation from getting out of control.
    “What I’d like to know,” he continued, “is why you’d allow another person’s lips on yours when you belong to me?” He brought his hand up and gently stroked her cheek. “Is your lover’s touch better than mine?” The pad of his thumb swept across her mouth. “Does your lover’s kiss excite you more than mine?”
    Brock bent his head, and she thought he was going to kiss her, but he switched his direction and kissed her earlobe instead.
    She gritted her teeth. This had gotten way out of control! She had to stop it. Now!
    Grasping his upper arms, she tried to push him away, but her body was weaker than her mind, and she felt paralyzed. After all, she was a woman with normal longings penned up for too long, but taking them out on her client was out of the question.
    “Why, Lanie? Why didn’t you stay faithful to me? Don’t you know how much I loved you? I would have done