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lines of his face ease. I can almost see him, as he might have been as an energetic little boy. My eyes move down his hands that I’ve missed holding me and teasing my skin. His T-shirt has ridden up to expose the taut ridges of his abs and the beginning of his V.
    A jolt of desire ignites for him, consuming my body. I want to press my face against his neck. I want to feel the length of his strong body pressed against my back and his breath steady with mine.
    I can’t help hoping that James will wake up and come back to bed with me. I want his mouth on mine, and I want to run my hands through his hair while he fills me. Pressure squeezes around my heart thinking of the distance that has been growing between us. We’ve always been able to talk through stuff. We’ve gotten through things together, but now there is uncertainty brought on by my husband’s remoteness.
    I reach out and gently stroke my fingertip over his jaw and across his lips. I want a kiss. A simple kiss.
    I slowly inch closer and press my lips against his.
    Sweet. Soft. I sink into it, his lips cool against mine. Hunger rolls through me as I slowly pull away once he starts to stir. I leave the room before he wakes and return to my empty bed.
    This won’t last forever.
    A whisper in my mind, faint like a fading echo.
    He never comes to bed, and I never open my mouth to tell him how I feel, because some small part of me believes he doesn’t care, or perhaps it’s just my fears that I’m not enough anymore.

I usually don’t wish anyone ill, but thank God Micah woke feeling under the weather. I should reconsider making service calls and do them more often. I need to market the company a bit more, and having the man behind the business in the field can only increase business. I need to be more hands-on.
    Hands-on that woman.
    God knows I was fighting the urge to do just that in there. Brie? I like that name. French, maybe? She’s beautiful beyond belief. I noticed every detail about her. Long brown hair, beautiful body, nice rack, mole on her left shoulder, mesmerizing brown eyes, perfect lips, but it was her ass and the fact she does yoga that did me in. I noticed the yoga mat sitting on the counter.
    Yeah, she caught me ogling her ass. I bet she is very flexible and can twist like a pretzel. Shit, I’m getting hard just thinking about her doing something like that. I’m not up on the yoga lingo, but damn, I would be her student.
    The kicker in all of this? She’s married. I noticed the enormous rock on her finger and the fancy wedding picture of her with James Effin Fleming. Of all the assholes to end up married, it’s him. I haven’t seen him since we graduated from high school, but then again, I haven’t been looking for him, so I didn’t realize it was his residence. I wonder how long he’s been back in town. His wife can’t be from around here. I would have noticed her a while ago. She’s the type that turns heads on the street. James probably met her in college, charmed her, and then married her.
    I could tell I was making her nervous, and it was fun to watch. I couldn’t help myself. It was all innocent, though. That’s all it can be with her. I’ve never been one to get involved with a married woman when there are plenty of eager women out there.
    I glance over my shoulder at the mansion I just left. I bet that place is about ten thousand square feet. Damn James Fleming, District Attorney. I’m not jealous of him. Not one bit. He’s been a privileged egotistical bastard since high school, but we’re adults now, and when I see him around town, I guess I have to polite. I hope for his wife’s sake he’s changed and is faithful to her and not the player he was back in high school.
    I remember the hype around him when he got accepted into Harvard Law. We all have our strengths. Mine is using my hands, and I’ve done well for myself. I’m an entrepreneur with three thriving businesses. Other than the service business, I own the