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Talk about a double-edged sword.

Pulling her down onto me, I kiss her long and deep and whisper against her lips, “Then we’ll just have to pick up tomorrow where we left off.”

She snuggles up against me, and in a quiet voice says, “I’m supposed to leave to go back home tomorrow.”

Even though I haven’t thought about anything past how incredible sex with Eden was, I say, “You should change your plans.”

Eden doesn’t respond to my suggestion, but a few seconds later, sits up and looks at me like she’s surprised I said that. “Are you saying you want me to stay longer? With you? Here?”

Honestly, I’m as shocked I said that as she is. I can’t remember the last time I wanted more than one night with a woman.

“Yeah. I think we can have a good time.”

“You mean like sex? That kind of good time?”

I smile at how cute she can be. “Sure, when you recuperate, of course. We can also do other stuff like gamble. I hear there are some good shows in Vegas. We could go see one or two of them.”

“Don’t you have to go back to work?” she asks.

Throwing my head back, I laugh. “No. I don’t have a shoot scheduled for another week or so. At least I don’t think I do. I should probably check in with my assistant on that.”

“Well, I guess I could stay longer. My boss is always after me to take my vacation time. I usually just let it accumulate, but I could use it this week. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Then it’s settled. Marius and Eden are doing Vegas this week.”

She leans down to kiss me and then says, “And each other. Don’t forget that.”

God, I do love the way this woman thinks.

I know what I have to do. I have to see her. I know if we can talk, we can figure this out.

We’re crazy in love. We have been since that first day.

That has to count for something, right?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Eden

After hoursof talking about how Marius and I got together, I give in on the ice cream idea, so Ava orders some to be delivered while I get cleaned up. I think I got all my crying out, but as I stand in the shower, memories come rushing back that make my eyes fill with tears.

What good is it to remember the time we had great shower sex or the time he found me taking a bath and climbed in clothes and all to join me and we laughed until our sides hurt? Yes, those are great memories, but do they fix the problem at hand?

No. In fact, they only serve to make me even more miserable because I can look back at the time I’ve been with Marius and honestly say I was happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in my life. And now it’s crashed and burned, ended with some stranger serving him divorce papers.

My attorney told me it would be fine if I had a friend or colleague deliver them to him, but I was too embarrassed to ask anyone I know. Thank God in this state it’s illegal for the spouse to do it because if I had to be the one to serve him, it would havenever happened. I know myself. When Marius decides he wants to be charming, I can’t deny him anything.

Two years of lying about us to everyone I know and love proves that.

I turn the water to hot so it practically attacks my back as I stand here thinking about how it all went wrong. How is it that two people can love one another and this happens?

No doubt some would question if Marius loves me since he wanted us to be a secret all this time. There are many things I’m not sure of in this world, but his love isn’t one of them.

So why am I divorcing him?

As soon as that question forms in my brain, I start crying. I bury my face in my hands and sob like a baby, already missing everything we had together. The laughs. The way no matter how bad I felt after a hard day at work Marius knew how to make me smile. How we’d watch movies together, sometimes never saying a word for hours but then talking all night about what we loved and hated about the story. The way he’d surprise me with breakfast in bed. And a million other things that made me love him.

Make me love him.