Wind that Forgot to Return
Even after more than three years of marriage, Samuel Ferguson still seemed impossible to satisfy.
After the third round, he brushed a tear from the corner of Tania Russell's eye, a roguish smile playing at his lips.
"Did you cry from the pleasure? Want me to carry you to the shower?"
Tania turned her head, avoiding him, her fingers digging into the sheets until her knuckles went white.
Steam rolled through the bathroom, wrapping a set of broad shoulders and a narrow waist in a haze of heat — but that heat could not thaw the icy chill in her heart.
An hour ago, in the throes of passion, the name "Lulu" had slipped from his lips, and it still lingered in her mind.
All those years, he had always called her simply "Tania."
After a moment, she wiped her tears, reached for the phone on the bedside table, and stepped out onto the balcony.
"Elias, investigate Samuel for me. I think… he's cheating."
"A lead?" Elias did not waste time.
"He used to call her 'Lulu'".