struggling around with sticks and pucks was more important than his son’s game. When theysigned him up, hadn’t he said he’d do it?“I’m sorry Carly.”He’s mad. Of course he is. What does she do all day anyway? She knows how hethinks. It’s not like she does anything except clean and cook. Why can’t she take Jacob to hisgame? “Don’t be.” She runs water to pour into the coffee maker, still not looking his way.“You’ll be late.”“Yeah,” he opens the door and stops.Finally she looks up. Caleb lowers his gaze and steps outside without a word.Carly pushes the start button and soon the soothing noise of coffee percolating fillsthe kitchen. They used to kiss before he left, hating that they would be apart. She doesn’tremember the last time he kissed her good-bye, or the last time he approached her at all. Sure,if she gave him the right signals, he’d humor her, though making it clear how tired he was.Often she wondered if there was someone else. Could a man really have no desire left?She worries it might be her. Since Mallory, their daughter, came along, he no longer seems interested. It’s not Carly’s fault her body isn’t as attractive as it used to be. Caleb hasforced her to do what she swore she never would; to keep secrets, to lie and to cheat. If he’dlook at her like he used to; a touch, a word, something to show he still cared, wanted her. Shewouldn’t need Marc if her husband gave her what she needed.
Smiling she fills her cup. She has an entire day alone with Marc. If Caleb ever found out…no, he would never do. Carly planned each encounter meticulously. She doesn’tlike cheating, but her body has needs. She has needs.Carly closes her eyes and thinks of Marc, his hard body, his undying devotion to pleasing her. Marc places Carly above all else. She likes when he nuzzles her ear andmurmurs sweet nothings, and purrs against that sensitive spot just below.3