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217 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 1, 2000

Already the place had the hollow, muted atmosphere he associated with afterhours and weekends.
And Janice.
Occasional lunches became more frequent; open meetings evolved into secret rendezvous. At what point had he known he was falling in love? Kirk still wasn't sure. But he did know the time had come to do something about it. Last week at dinner, Janice had told him she wanted more. He couldn't pretend not to understand what she meant.
"What about here, Kirk? What about now? The place is deserted. I've locked the door."
He groaned. God, he couldn't believe it. She was offering him his ultimate fantasy. How many nights had he lain awake thinking of something just like this? Now he swallowed, his gaze automatically settling on the hint of cleavage between the parted layers of silky blouse.
"If I kiss you, this time I won't be able to stop there."
"But that's okay," Janice said, leaning in toward him. "That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"The thing is, Claire, I've fallen in love with someone else."
Kirk always worked long hours, and lately they'd been even longer than usual. Had there been other signs she'd missed? They'd been making love less frequently. And saying I love you even less.
Regardless of whether Kirk had slept with Janice, he'd broken his wedding vow to Claire. He was in love with the other woman, and how could Claire compete? She was ten years older, overweight— and pregnant on top of everything!
“Looks like I'll be working late again tonight." The lie came so easily Kirk Ridgeway almost believed it himself.
"Tell the kids I love them, and don't bother waiting up."
Already the place had the hollow, muted atmosphere he associated with afterhours and weekends. And Janice.
Six months earlier he would have said he and Janice were just friends.
Their relationship had started with the occasional innocent lunch—Janice had been very upset after her divorce.
Occasional lunches became more frequent; open meetings evolved into secret rendezvous. At what point had he known he was falling in love? Kirk still wasn't sure.
"What about here, Kirk? What about now? The place is deserted. I've locked the door."
She was offering him his ultimate fantasy.
"If I kiss you, this time I won't be able to stop there."
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," Kirk said. "And I didn't want the girls around."
He still wouldn't look at her. "I know I haven't been around much these past few months…"
"The thing is, Claire, I've fallen in love with someone else."
Kirk always worked long hours, and lately they'd been even longer than usual. Had there been other signs she'd missed? They'd been making love less frequently. And saying / love you even less.
"Who is she?"
"Janice. From work." Claire knew the name. Knew the woman. "We had her to dinner last fall."
Janice was a brokerage assistant, almost ten years younger than Claire. A fine-boned, slender young woman, with large, light brown eyes and a wide, generous smile.
"So that's where you've been these past few months when you said you were working late."
"What about the kids?" Claire straightened and glared at him. "Yes, what about the kids, Kirk? Did you ever mink of them when you were having your lovely romantic evenings?"
"Leave." She closed the dishwasher door, unable to bear looking at him. He was a liar, a traitor. Maybe he'd never even loved her. "The sooner the better."
Claire smoothed the cotton shirt that lay over her belly, already feeling the swelling that was her baby. And Kirk hadn't even noticed…
"What are you going to do, Kirk? Are you going to move in with her? Marry her? Have children with her?" He closed his eyes briefly. "I don't know. I certainly haven't made any plans. How can I when you and I—" "Do you want a divorce?"
"In other words, you want to stay married but continue to see your girlfriend."
"What about Janice? How does she feel about you sleeping at the house with me?" "Janice knows I'm married."
"He's fallen in love with another woman." "No." Mallory's body went rigid. "Are you sure?" Claire felt the tears begin to gather again. "He told me himself."
"Kirk, what's the chance we can save this marriage when you're in love with someone else?"
"I'll admit there were times when I stretched the truth—stretched it terribly. Usually, at least some work was involved."
"I guess mere's more than one way to deceive your wife."
Regardless of whether Kirk had slept with Janice, he'd broken his wedding vow to Claire. He was in love with the other woman, and how could Claire compete? She was ten years older, overweight— and pregnant on top of everything!
"Janice and I had an emotional connection that Claire and I have been missing for a long time. That's true."
"Well, it's pretty hard to have an emotional connection with a man who's never home."
"For months he told me lies, neglected our kids, spent all his free time with her. So what if they didn't actually have sex? And so what if guilt finally made him admit the truth to me? He should never have let the relationship progress as far as it did."
"God, Kirk, I'm three months pregnant and you haven't been around enough to notice!"
He spent almost all his time at work, and when he was home, he was hardly accessible. At least not emotionally.
"Why are we here?" Claire's hands trembled. "If you were never happy, why bother trying to fix things at this late stage?"
"But it happened so gradually. I didn't realize what was missing in our marriage until I found it—with her."
No, Janice was an intelligent, attractive woman who was interested in a genuine, long-term, full relationship. That was what had brought this whole situation to a head.
"You said you never made love to her. But did you kiss her? Did you touch her?" Kirk's arms were wrapped around his bare chest. He looked confused, befuddled. "Let's not talk about that now, Claire. Please…" ''You did, didn't you? You kissed her…" God, this hurt, maybe more than anything else so far.
He'd kissed Janice but had gone no further. In real life. But how about fantasy? If he'd been in love with Janice, he must have thought about her. Maybe even when he was making love with his wife. Maybe even this time…
No tissues. But something else was in there, something small, shiny, cool to the touch. She curled her fingers around it and pulled it out. A tube of lipstick. And it wasn't hers.
Finding that lipstick in Kirk's glove compartment should have been such a little thing. After all, it didn't change a single thing she already knew about Janice and Kirk. Yet that slender metal tube had put an image in her head that she just could not shake.
Janice in the car next to Kirk. Gliding on her lipstick as she anticipated their dinner together. And at the end of the evening…a kiss. That woman had kissed her husband.
"You aren't over her, are you?" "No, I'm not," he agreed.
"I know you said things had to change between us. But what about our friendship? I've come to really count on you, Kirk. And I miss our time together." "We can't be friends anymore, Janice. It wouldn't be right." "But why?"
"Claire has to come first. She's my wife, after all. I wouldn't blame her for being angry at seeing us together."
"You are a heartless bastard." The feeling behind the words gave him a quiver of conscience. He hadn't meant to hurt Janice.

