With a determined exhalation, I picked up the phone and speed-dialed Raúl Huerta. Her kisses were benedictions, promises from my angel that made my life worth living. In the moments when I let myself think of it, I could almost feel those lips against my skin. My gaze slid over her features-the curve of her brows, the brightness of her gray eyes, the fullness of her lips. She wore no makeup in the photo that was my desktop wallpaper, and a smattering of light freckles on her nose made her appear younger than her twenty-four years. I sat at my desk and woke my computer with a shake of the mouse, taking a deep slow breath as my wife’s face filled my monitor. Now, I accomplished that by looking at Eva. Looking out at the city had once been the way I encapsulated my world. I could imagine the collage clearly, having spent countless hours studying it over the last few months. My gaze drifted to the window and its view of Manhattan beyond it, then settled on the empty wall where photos of her and us hung in the same space in my penthouse office in our home on Fifth Avenue. An urgency on Eva’s part that gnawed at me and left me uneasy. We had been at each other all night, both of us too needy and greedy. I’d left the apartment Eva shared with her best friend, Cary Taylor, only a couple of hours earlier, wanting to give her time to catch a few hours of sleep before she headed into work. Within minutes I was heading out to the bedroom, where I pulled on a pair of sweats before heading to my home office. I lathered, quickly washing away the sticky sweat I’d woken up in. Worse, since I had no intention of letting her go, I would have to find a way to make up for the fact that I was such a fucking mess we couldn’t even sleep in the same room together. And I wanted the news of our marriage broadcast via every medium known to man, rather than hidden away as a secret between less than a handful of people. If I’d been a better man, I would’ve walked away from Eva Cross the moment I saw her. “Fuck.” I placed my palms flat against the cool tile and absorbed the chill of the punishing deluge into my bones. Couldn’t pull her lush body under mine and sink into it, letting her touch chase the memories away. I wanted her urgently, wanted to lose myself in her, and hated that I couldn’t. My angel who slept peacefully in the apartment next door. A shiver racked me, and my thoughts shifted to my wife. Icy needles of water bombarded my overheated skin, the sting chasing away the clinging shadows of a nightmare I couldn’t fully remember.Ĭlosing my eyes, I stepped deeper into the spray, willing the lingering fear and nausea to circle the drain at my feet.

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