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“Grace.”<br />
“Yes?”<br />
“I love you.”<br />
“I know you do.” She grinned to herself, having much too much fun teasing her husband.<br />
“So you’re enjoying the latest work of Ms. Sutherlin? Sounded like it from how breathlessly you<br />
answered the phone.”<br />
“Love it. I slept with her editor to get an advance copy.”<br />
Grace stood up and found an empty glass. She tucked the phone under her ear while she filled it<br />
with water. Her little reading session had been a workout. Nora’s books left her as breathless as her<br />
characters.<br />
“Should I be worried that my wife is reading Nora Sutherlin’s books?”<br />
“Why? Because she’s Nora Sutherlin the writer or because she’s Nora Sutherlin the woman you<br />
slept with last year?”<br />
“Can you tell me the right answer before I give my answer?”<br />
“‘Neither’ is the right answer. You have nothing to worry about.”<br />
“My wife is masturbating to my ex-lover’s books. Nothing good can come of this.”<br />
“Orgasms came of it.”<br />
“Other than that.”<br />
“Your wife knows her husband is in love with her and is devoted to their marriage. Your wife<br />
knows that Nora Sutherlin isn’t a threat to her marriage. And your wife knows all of this even<br />
knowing her husband still carries a torch for Ms. Nora Sutherlin.”<br />
“Now that’s not true at all. I adore her, yes, even if she will be the death of me someday. But the<br />
feelings are entirely of the friendship variety. Nothing more.”<br />
“It must be so much easier to lie to me on the phone instead of face-to-face.” Grace pulled the<br />
covers down on the bed and slipped in.<br />
“It is, come to mention it.”<br />
Grace sighed as she pulled her leg to her chest and rested her chin on her knee.<br />
“I borrowed your coat the other day. Your gray trench. Couldn’t find mine and it was raining. Stuck<br />
my hand in the pocket and guess what I found?”<br />
She almost laughed aloud at the sound of Zachary’s heavy guilty sigh coming from the other side of<br />
the world.<br />
“A black tie?”<br />
“A black tie...that for some reason smelled of hothouse flowers. I only ever remember meeting one<br />
person in my entire life with that scent on her. Beautiful woman with green eyes and black hair and<br />
spectacular cleavage. Sound familiar at all?”<br />
“Vaguely familiar.”<br />
Grace remembered how her hand had trembled when she saw the black silk tie, smelled it. That<br />
day she met Nora, she remembered that scent, the scent of flowers that thrived in captivity even if they<br />
didn’t belong there.<br />
“She put it in my pocket, and I didn’t know she’d done it. It was a joke, not some precious<br />
souvenir.”<br />
“And you kept it in your pocket for over a year because...?”<br />
“You never know when you’ll need a spare tie.”