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Rafael
had given her. These were the rings he’d slipped on her finger—the solitaire
when he’d gotten down on one knee and proposed, and the delicate wedding ring
when they’d stood before the priest and exchanged their vows.
                 She
hadn’t known it was inscribed with meu
coração until later when her mother had asked to see them up close and she’d
reluctantly demurred removing it, the action seeming wrong to her newlywed
status. Her pompous mother had scoffed at both the cheap set and the
inscription.
                 But
Leila’s heart had melted to know he’d done this, for while Rafael was
passionate, he wasn’t prone to flowery words. She could still count the times
he’d told her he loved her.
                 It
was enough, for she believed they’d had a strong marriage based on love. They’d
had ordinary dreams of a home and family.
                 Ah,
but neither of their lives had been average. She’d attained great heights with
her career again. And with new demands and opportunities came huge rewards.
                 As
for Rafael …
                 The
boy born outside the privilege denied him reached success that trumped her own.
That made her achievements pale in comparison.
                 In
short, Rafael was a force to be reckoned with in the business world. More so
now.
                 He’d
changed the past year. He now had a ruthless edge that had only been hinted at
before. An edge to him that she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with.
                 Could
they regain what they’d once had? Did he even want the same things anymore?
Would he still want her when he learned what had happened?
                 For
the first time in her marriage, Leila felt suddenly unsure of her place in
Rafael’s life. If he didn’t want her anymore, if he tossed her aside, she didn’t
know if she could find the strength to go on. And yet she’d already suffered
with worse. Hadn’t she?
                 One
sharp rap came at the door. She whirled to face it and froze, still caught up
in the old pain and guilt, caught in that very human urge of fight or flight.
Before she could move beyond the fear that was crippling her, the door swung
open.
                 Rafael
filled the opening, resplendent in black tie, his tux fitting his broad
shoulders, muscled torso and long strong legs to perfection. He was, in
essence, the embodiment of sexual charm and masculine charisma.
                 If
she’d been startled when she’d stepped from her shower earlier to find him
waiting to do the same, she was thunderstruck now. He could have joined her under the warm spray and she wouldn’t have
protested! God knew he had done the same many times before.
                 So
why hadn’t he done so this time? Why hadn’t he pulled her back into the
enclosure and made love with her?
                 Leila
had gripped the counter to steady herself as a wave of hot desire had washed
over her. He was simply beautiful. Well toned. Tanned. And aroused.
                 There’d
been no mistaking that part of him.
                 Yet
moments later as he’d stepped from the shower gloriously naked and padded into
the bedroom, he’d not spared her a glance. She’d wanted to follow. Wanted to
run her hands over his body, wanted to kiss him, taste all of him. She’d wanted
to ease his need and hers as well, for in his arms she felt whole. Safe. Loved.
                 “God
help us both,” she’d muttered to herself, and had set to work finishing her
hair and makeup. By the time she’d entered the bedroom, he’d been gone.
                 But
now he was back. Tall. Solemn. Sexy as hell.
                 His
dark gaze licked over her, slowly, exacting, a visual caress that left her
trembling with need again. Finally, those dark