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Chris’s invitation overwhelmed Fiona. He wanted to date her? For real?How was that even possible? Their lives were totally opposite, and herjudgmental friends would never let her hear the end of it. But maybe…justmaybe, they could make it work. For now, it was too overwhelming, andshe wanted things to stay as is, especially with Phyllis’s destinationwedding coming up. Maybe they could look into the possibility of a realdate after that? Isn’t that all she ever wanted? Here he was offering himselfto her on a silver platter, and she was second-guessing everything.Night had fallen as the train pulled into Grand Central. The bustlingplatforms crowded with tourists and locals coming and going into the citymade Fiona’s head pound. If only they were back in his farmhouse,snuggled up under a pile of blankets in front of a roaring fire…“Hey,” Chris interrupted her thoughts, pulling their luggage like adutiful steward behind them. “I’m sorry if I was out of line back there. Willyou

“You look…different,” Petra remarked. She and Fiona were standingnext to each other in the swanky bathroom of the hotel where they wereattending an event for her husband’s charitable foundation.Fiona finished applying her lipstick before tucking it back into hercrystal-embellished clutch. Puckering her lips, she remained silent.“Did you do something different to your hair?” she pressed as if tryingto figure out Fiona’s demeanor. Leaned against the marble vanity, sherubbed her tiny belly with her head tilted. “Nope. I’m growing my hair out and not flat-ironing it as much. Chrisseems to like it natural.” She inadvertently fluffed her blonde waves. Whenshe looked at Petra, her friend was smiling back at her. “What?”“You really like this guy, don’t you?”Grabbing a tissue, Fiona dabbed it to her lips before she replied. “I do.What’s not to like?” Wiggling her eyebrows, she made Petra laugh.“I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. Not even when you werewith Thomas. You

“Are you kidding me?” Chris wheezed with bliss, as if overwhelmed bythe experience, and rolled off her in a heap. They both lay in the bed, their chests rising and falling after themorning quickie. Chris ran his fingers across her thigh and played with thecoarse hair of her trimmed mound. Turning toward her, they were nose tonose, and she noticed sweat dripping from his temples. His chiseled jawlineheld a faint smattering of whiskers, and his tousled hair stood every whichway from their morning romp.“You…are incredible,” he panted. “Touch me again,” she whispered, focused on his fingertips stroking thebare skin of her inner thigh. Her eyelids were replete with heaviness, andshe couldn’t help but quiver with aftershocks as Chris touched her clit withthe lightness of a soft feather.Drifting into bliss, the two sprawled on the bed to the chorus of wrenish chattering from the Hawaiian birds. The sound of the ocean waveswhooshed as they hit the shoreline outside their balcony

“Oh, darling,” he soothed. “Sometimes, in life, you have to take a leapof faith and throw control out the window. I know you’re scared, but screwthe world and everybody else. Look at Bruce and me.”Fiona watched as Ritchie looked across the room at Bruce, the love inhis gaze swoon worthy. When he looked back at her, he smiled withreassurance. “Everyone said it would never last, but here we are going on threeamazing years together.” Squeezing her hand, he asked, “Does he make youhappy?”Fiona nodded with eagerness.“Do you want to be with him?”“I do,” she whispered. Ritchie wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to kiss hertemple. “Then go to him. Tell him.”***Frantic to catch the next flight out, Chris shoved the few articles ofclothing he owned outright into his carryon. He wasn’t about to takeanything Fiona bought him and have her accuse him of stealing.The image of her standing among her pretentious friends branded intohis mind. It was like there was an in

Three weeks had passed since Fiona last saw Chris. Three weeks ofbeing a party of one at all her social engagements, board meetings, anotherwedding, and countless dinners. He’d never cashed the initial “good faith”check she had given to him when they first met to discuss their businessagreement, and she wondered why. The clothes, shoes, and accessories shebought him still hung in the spare bedroom, some of which still had theprice-tags attached. When she first got back from Phyllis’s wedding inHawaii, she forlornly unpacked all the items he left at the hotel in haste toget out of there, including her father’s watches. For him to leave everythingthat she had ever given him left her feeling hollow and ashamed. There were several nights when she would wander into the spare roomfull of male clothing and run her hands across the racks of fabric, imagininghis solid frame wearing each piece again. Running her fingers across theleather trim of the Saint Laurent blazer reminded he