Chapter Twenty Eight

Alex struggled for composure at his wife’s speech. The itch between his shoulder blades warned him she hid a lot more than she let on. He knew this moment could turn on a quarter and not a dime if he took one step away from his logically plotted course.

He pushed the nagging thought away and looked at her. As the days passed, he realized she became more beautiful to him. Light shimmered from her eyes, and smile, and her very heart. Their dialogues pushed open

doors he thought had been locked, but the result was a strange flow of emotion he didn’t feel comfortable with and never would. She was a woman who needed a secure relationship. Hell, she was a woman who deserved it. He could only give her sex and friendship. Not love.

He’d made his decision years ago. The cost was too great.

So, Alex watched the fragile thread snap between them again with a mixture of emotions and too much damn regret.

He forced a nod and a slight smile. “Apology and explanation accepted.

No more analyzing.”

She