CHAPTER 18

“ You look much better,” he observed, his eyes continuing to run over her face and form. “Not as gaunt, and you’re getting some color in your cheeks. How do you feel?”

“Better.” She nodded. “Bored.” He shocked her by gracing her with the smallest of smiles.

“ Yes, you were never one for long periods of inactivity.” He nodded. “Have you given any thought to what you want to do once you’ve recovered?” She stared at him in dismay, having no clue how to answer that question. She hadn’t dared think about the future; she had no idea what Gerard wanted from her. Did he expect them to just continue to live together in the same soulless fashion for the next fifty years or so? Because Cindy couldn’t do that. She absolutely refused to live like this for much longer; she would rather get a divorce. Did he want a divorce? For that matter, were they divorced already? She was certain of only two things; he wanted his daughter but he did not want Cindy.

I don’t . . . what do you mean?”

He frowned. “