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believed all mothers slept in rooms next to their children to keep them safe from monsters. Was she screwing the poor kid up, or what? Derry moved past her door, loosening her silk robe as she approached the master bedroom. For all the pain of these past three months, she enjoyed a twisted pleasure in tormenting Alec. Look but you know you can’t touch, and I see you looking. She smiled, picturing a helpless Alec watching as dozens of men ogled the new super-sized boobs that would be hers in three months.
    The door to the master bedroom was half open and Derry knocked. This is what it’s come to, Alec, me knocking on our bedroom door. You did this.
    “Come in.”
    “I need to talk to you,” she said, closing the door behind her. Alec lay on the bed with a pillow propped behind his head reading Forbes . Derry smoothed the robe with her hands, letting it slide open to reveal a pink and black lace nightgown, the one she wore in Hawaii last year. He watched her, his gaze intent. He remembered, too.
    “Okay.” His voice turned cautious, just like the lawyer he was.
    But she had the control. She sat on the edge of the bed and pretended not to notice the way the nightgown rode up her leg, revealing a long slit of tanned thigh. “I’m going away for awhile.”
    He said nothing, merely folded the magazine over his bare chest and waited.
    If she didn’t know him so well, she would’ve taken his response for casual interest, almost disinterest. But the tightness around his mouth, the slight tensing of jaw, told her she’d gotten to him. She shrugged, looked away, “I’m not sure where yet, maybe I’ll drive up the coast, see some sights.”
    “Alone?”
    “Probably not.”
    More silence. Then, “How long is this going to go on, Derry?”
    “What?” Say it, damn you.
    “Christ, I admitted it was wrong not to tell you when I found out but I also told you my reasons for not telling you.”
    “Two years, Alec? You knew two years and you never said a word.”
    “The timing wasn’t right.”
    “Give me a break. The timing was never going to be right.”
    “Because I thought of Charlie as our son. And you treated him that way until three months ago.”
    This was not the conversation she wanted right now. Alec needed to bleed with regret and she was the one to gouge him. “I’m going to leave in a day or two,” she said, changing the subject. “I’ll call your mother and see if she can stay here while I’m gone.”
    “Did you tell Charlie yet?”
    “No.”
    “Good. I think we should tell him together.” His eyes moved to her chest, her stomach, her thighs.
    “Fine.” Like what you see? She opened her legs just enough to shift her nightgown three more inches. Take a nice, long look . She slid her hands slowly up and down her thighs.
    Alec lunged at her, grabbed her wrist and said, “Don’t play games with me, Derry.”
    She tried to jerk her hand away but he tightened his grip, pulled her closer until their faces were inches apart. “Don’t touch me.”
    His laugh poured over her, cold, knowing. “You’ve been begging me to touch you since you came in.” His free hand stroked her cheek, trailed down her neck. “You might hate me right now but you still want me, I see it in your eyes. You’ve never been able to hide that from me, Derry.”
    “Let me go.” She slapped his arm with her other hand, but he flipped her onto her back, clasped both arms above her head and wedged himself between her thighs. His erection pressed against her from beneath his sweats. She tried to hold still, telling herself she didn’t want this, but when he started kissing her neck, the swell of her breasts, sliding his hardness against her crotch in slow, erotic movements, she couldn’t think. Her body loosened and she arched her back, let out a low moan and lifted her hips to meet his.
    He laughed, a low, primitive sound as he released her hands to cup her buttocks, pulling her to him. Derry clutched his back, dragged her