she opened her eyes and gazed at th

she opened her eyes and gazed at the man she loved with every part of her being, waiting for him to claim her, waiting to take anything he could give.
“It’s always been you.” He paused as if to be sure she heard and understood the words. Intensity gleamed within amber depths. He gripped her fingers, as if trying to speak beyond words.
“And it will always be you.” He plunged and she cried out. Never taking his eyes from hers, keeping her fingers within his, he buried himself to the hilt and began to move. Every time he re-entered, he claimed more than her body. The stakes had changed and he was going for her heart, as he continued to give all of himself, pushing her with slow, steady strokes until she hovered on the edge of the cliff. This time when she fell over he followed, holding her hands the whole time he shared the journey. And when they drifted back, he gathered her in his arms in front of the fire, pressed a kiss to her temple, and lay with her in the delicious silence that settled over them like the lazy snow drifting to the ground. She realized something had changed between them, something he wasn’t ready to say yet, and she held tight to the hope, even as she cursed herself for ever having a thought he could belong to her.
A while later, drowsy in the delicious warmth of his body heat, he whispered to her. “The dog can stay.”
She roused herself for a moment and wondered if she’d heard correctly. “What?”
“It’s my gift to you. The dog can stay.”
Overwhelmed, she searched for the words to express what he’d given to her, and like him, found none. So, she reached for him again and brought his head down to hers and showed him in another way.
…

The next day, Nick looked at his very sick wife and shook his head. “I told you so.”
She groaned and flipped over to bury her face in the pillow, then gave a hacking cough. “You’re not supposed to say those words. I need more Nyquil.”
He settled the tray of liquids including chicken soup, water, and juice beside her. “Hell, no, not with the antibiotics and codeine cough syrup. The doctor warned me. No more nasal spray, either. I read an article about it.”
“I want my mother.”
He laughed and pressed a kiss on her tangled hair. “You have the television and remote. A box of tissues. A romance novel and the phone. Get some rest and I’ll be back soon.”
“I have to get to the bookstore. Maggie sucks at customer service.”
“She can handle it for the day. Think of all the men she’ll charm into buying more books. Eat your soup.”
She grumbled something and he gently shut the door behind him.
Nick jumped into the Volkswagon with an air of satisfaction. With her stuck in bed, he finally had the opportunity to get new tires and an oil change on her rust bucket. He’d personally escorted her to the doctor, gotten the prescription, stopped at the pharmacy for supplies, then settled her underneath the covers.
A piece of him watched the scene from above and noted he acted like a husband. A real husband, not a fake one. The worst part was the deep satisfaction the role gave him.
He dropped the car off, grabbed all the papers from the glove compartment, and settled himself to wait. He hoped she kept the history of the mechanics in the jumbled mess, and began sifting through invoices.
The formal letter from the bank stopped him cold.
He read through the letter and noted the date. Over a month ago. Way after the wedding. After she had got the money. What the hell was going on?
His BlackBerry buzzed. Distracted, he picked it up. “Hello?”
“About time you took my call.”
Memories from his past dragged him back. With long practice, his heart chilled, along with his tone. “Jed. What do you want?”
His father laughed. “Is that the type of greeting I’m warranted from my own son? How’ve you been?”
Nick dropped the letter in his lap and went through the motions. “Fine. Back from Mexico so soon?”
“Yeah, I got married.”
Wife number four. His mother would pop out of hiding to make trouble—that seemed to be the pattern. Maggie and he were only pawns to make the game more interesting. Nausea clawed at his gut. “Congratulations. Listen, I gotta go, no time to chat.”
“I have something to discuss with you, Son. Meet me for lunch.”
“Sorry, I’m busy.”
“I just need an hour, tops. Make the time.”
The warning pulsed through the phone. Nick squeezed his eyes shut as he fought instinct. He better meet him, just in case Jed had some twisted idea to go after Dreamscape and challenge the will. What a mess. “Fine. I’ll meet you at three o’clock. Planet Diner.”
He clicked off the phone and glanced back at the letter.
Why would Alexa lie about her use for the hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Was she involved in something he had never suspected? If she requested a loan from the bank for the cafe and was rejected, where had his money gone?
The questions whirled through his mind and made no sense. For some reason, she didn’t want him to discover the truth. If she really wanted more money,

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Dia membuka matanya dan menatap pria yang dicintainya dengan setiap bagian dari keberadaannya, menunggu dia untuk mengklaim dirinya, menunggu untuk mengambil sesuatu yang dapat ia berikan."Itu selalu Anda." Dia berhenti seolah-olah untuk memastikan dia mendengar dan memahami kata-kata. Intensitas yang berkilau dalam kedalaman kuning. Ia mencengkeram jarinya, seolah-olah mencoba untuk berbicara melampaui kata-kata."Dan selalu akan Anda." Ia jatuh dan ia berteriak. Tidak pernah mengambil mata dari miliknya, menjaga jari-jarinya dalam nya, ia dimakamkan dirinya ke gagang dan mulai bergerak. Setiap kali dia kembali memasuki, ia mengklaim lebih dari tubuhnya. Taruhannya telah berubah dan ia akan untuk hatinya, karena ia terus memberikan semua sendiri, mendorong dia dengan stroke lambat, stabil sampai dia melayang di tepi tebing. Kali ini ketika dia jatuh di atas yang dia mengikuti, memegang tangannya sepanjang waktu ia berbagi perjalanan. Dan ketika mereka hanyut kembali, ia mengumpulkan dia dalam pelukannya di depan perapian, ditekan ciuman Candi-nya, dan berbaring dengan dia dalam keheningan lezat yang menetap di atas mereka seperti salju malas melayang ke tanah. Ia menyadari sesuatu telah berubah antara mereka, sesuatu yang ia tidak siap untuk mengatakan belum, dan ia memegang erat-erat ke harapan, bahkan ketika dia mengutuk dirinya untuk selama-lamanya memiliki pikiran dia bisa milik dia.Beberapa waktu kemudian, mengantuk dalam kehangatan lezat panas tubuh Nya, ia berbisik kepadanya. "Anjing dapat tinggal."Dia membangkitkan dirinya sejenak dan bertanya-tanya jika dia mendengar dengan benar. "Apa?""Ini adalah hadiah saya kepada Anda. Anjing dapat tinggal."Kewalahan, ia mencari kata-kata untuk mengungkapkan apa yang dia telah memberikan kepadanya, dan seperti dia, menemukan tidak ada. Jadi, dia mencapai untuknya lagi dan membawa kepalanya ke miliknya dan menunjukkan kepadanya dengan cara lain.…Keesokan harinya, Nick melihat istrinya sangat sakit dan menggelengkan kepala. "Aku bilang begitu."Dia mengerang dan membalik untuk menguburkan wajahnya di bantal, kemudian memberikan batuk. "Anda tidak seharusnya mengatakan kata-kata. Aku butuh Nyquil lebih."Ia menetap nampan cairan termasuk sup ayam, air dan jus sampingnya. "Neraka, tidak, tidak dengan antibiotik dan kodein batuk sirup. Dokter memperingatkan saya. Semprot hidung tidak lebih baik. Saya membaca sebuah artikel tentang hal itu.""Aku ingin ibuku."Dia tertawa dan menekan ciuman pada rambut kusut. "Anda memiliki televisi dan remote. Sekotak jaringan. Novel roman dan telepon. Beristirahat dan aku akan kembali segera.""Aku harus mendapatkan ke toko buku. Maggie menyebalkan di layanan pelanggan.""Dia bisa menangani hal itu pada hari. Pikirkan semua orang dia akan pesona untuk membeli lebih banyak buku. Makan sup Anda."Dia menggerutu sesuatu dan ia lembut menutup pintu di belakangnya.Nick melompat ke Volkswagen dengan kepuasan. Dengan dirinya terjebak di tempat tidur, ia akhirnya punya kesempatan untuk mendapatkan Ban baru dan ganti minyak pada ember nya karat. Dia secara pribadi telah membawa dia ke dokter, mendapatkan resep, berhenti di apotek untuk persediaan, kemudian menetap dia di bawah selimut.Sepotong dia menyaksikan adegan dari atas dan mencatat dia bertindak seperti seorang suami. Seorang suami yang nyata, tidak satu palsu. Bagian terburuk adalah kepuasan dalam peran memberinya.Ia turun mobil, meraih semua surat-surat dari kompartemen sarung tangan, dan menetap dirinya untuk menunggu. Dia berharap dia terus sejarah mekanik di mess campur aduk, dan mulai menyaring faktur.Surat resmi dari bank menghentikannya dingin.Dia membaca surat dan mencatat tanggal. Lebih dari sebulan yang lalu. Cara setelah pernikahan. Setelah ia telah mendapatkan uang. Apa sih yang terjadi?BlackBerry nya berdengung. Terganggu, ia mengambilnya. "Halo?""Tentang waktu Anda mengambil panggilan saya."Kenangan dari masa lalu menyeretnya kembali. Dengan praktek lama, hatinya dingin, bersama dengan nada nya. "Jed. Apa yang Anda inginkan?"Ayahnya tertawa. "Apakah itu jenis ucapan yang saya 'm dijamin dari anak saya sendiri? Bagaimana Anda sudah?"Nick menjatuhkan huruf di pangkuannya dan pergi melalui gerakan. "Baik. Kembali dari Meksiko begitu cepat?""Ya, saya menikah."Istri nomor empat. Ibunya akan pop keluar dari persembunyian untuk membuat masalah — yang tampaknya menjadi pola. Maggie dan ia adalah hanya bidak untuk membuat permainan lebih menarik. Mual mencakar di gut nya. "Selamat. Dengar, saya harus pergi, tidak ada waktu untuk chatting. ""Aku punya sesuatu untuk mendiskusikan dengan Anda, anak. Bertemu saya untuk makan siang. ""Maaf, aku sibuk.""Aku hanya perlu satu jam, puncak. Membuat waktu."The warning pulsed through the phone. Nick squeezed his eyes shut as he fought instinct. He better meet him, just in case Jed had some twisted idea to go after Dreamscape and challenge the will. What a mess. “Fine. I’ll meet you at three o’clock. Planet Diner.”He clicked off the phone and glanced back at the letter.Why would Alexa lie about her use for the hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Was she involved in something he had never suspected? If she requested a loan from the bank for the cafe and was rejected, where had his money gone?The questions whirled through his mind and made no sense. For some reason, she didn’t want him to discover the truth. If she really wanted more money,