Having come up with the plan, it was now just three days until the day we had agreed I would go back to the Bennetts, to Ryan, to my husband.I was in the bedroom, thinking Marcus was downstairs in his office. He had taken a few calls earlier, and I’d been too tired to do anything else, so I stayed back, relaxing. I was just coming from the bathroom, towel drying my hair, when the door opened and Marcus walked in.He looked tense.“I didn’t want to tell you this before,” he began, standing in the doorway, “because I didn’t want to startle you… or make you nervous.”I frowned, confused. He hadn’t even greeted me with a kiss properly. “I don’t understand,” I said. “What are you saying?”“Come. Sit down,” he said, stepping forward and gently taking my hand. He guided me toward the bed, helping me sit at the edge. His touch was steady, but something in his eyes said otherwise.“It’s about your plan,” he said.My frown deepened. “What about it?”“I’m not saying I don’t trust it. Or that I
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