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become closer than before. He turned and left. Moments later, he was outside standing by his dark grey Subaru Forester. Spencer took a breath before he got into the car. He threw his bag on the passenger seat, then started the vehicle and drove off.
    As he went to the house, it was familiar, yet so strange since it had been over a year since he had been inside. Soon, he pulled into the drive and noticed the garden looked well taken care of. That had been what he did when he was off—he’d loved to sink his hands into the dirt and work to make it beautiful. Regina would usually be sitting on a lounge chair nearby, teasing him while they listened to music.
    Spencer parked then got out, taking his bag with him. He quickly went up the steps to the front door, but stopped, looking at his watch. He instead went down the length to the right and around the side to the door leading to the kitchen. This time of day, Regina would be home. The crew from Moments were on one of their recharging breaks, so she would be home on time. At least he hoped so. He took out his key chain, jingling it, then found his key. He still had it, but didn’t know if he should use it or knock.
    This is my house too. He put the key in the lock and turned, pushing the door open. There was a beep of warning and he closed the door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor, then turned to the alarm and entered the code. Spencer was relieved when it took, blinking green as it armed again. The scent of cooking food was delicious, reminding him he was hungry. He winced as the music changed to the song War Paint by Lorrie Morgan and knew he had his work cut out for him.—the music was from one of the CDs they had burned that reflected their moods. This was Regina’s pissed off and ready to rumble one.
    He shifted to face the room and stopped as he met the rich, green-eyed gaze of his wife, the woman who could drive all sense from his head with one look. Another type of hunger filled him as his cock hardened. Regina’s kinky curls of reddish brown mixed with gold were loose around her captivating, dark honey face. Her expression wasn’t welcoming, but contained, attempting to hide what she was really feeling. But Spencer knew her well enough to see past the mask on her exquisite face—Regina was unsure, and he could see her hope even as she tried to hide it. She came around the counter, moving with such innate grace that Spencer wanted to feel her beneath him as he drove into her willing body.
    You’re not going to do that. Control, Spencer. You need to set terms for this, and sex will only muddle it.
    He stifled a groan as he saw what she had on. The dark-red, short-sleeved housedress had a sweetheart neckline that showcased her full breasts, then fell in soft waves to the hem, which had ragged points that stopped just above the knees. The dress complemented her full figure and made him ache to slide his hand under hem and touch her silky heat. He hadn’t seen the dress before, but recognised the style as one Montana made and sold in her store, Simply Essential. It was a store that Regina favoured and he’d enjoyed getting a modelling show when she came home to show him what she had bought. It had led to many pleasurable hours of… He cut off that thought.
    Regina stopped a few steps away from him and pushed her hair from just below her breast to over her shoulder. Spencer watched, wanting to do it for her.
    “What are you doing here?” Regina’s tone was cold.
    Full frontal attack. Spencer recalled the words from Lila. “I’m home. Or don’t you want me here?” He waited, holding his breath to see what she would do.
    “Uh-uh. You don’t get to pull that on me. Just a week ago, you gave me divorce papers and said we were through.” She waved her hand, and he noticed her nails were painted to match her clothing. “Now you’re just coming back?” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that, and I’m supposed to accept it?”
    “Nope. But I’m