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224 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
She had to be a good fifteen years older than the women he dated. At fifty, he could—and did—date twenty something-year-old lingerie models and actresses.
The couple had been together since they'd been teens, and while Steve had bolted from his marriages in the bad times, these two had stuck it out.
Her computer's screen was rife with shots of Steve and an endless string of sleek, pretty females. He seemed to have his own Girl of the Week club.
There were some variations to what was apparently Steve's favored theme of wide-eyed youth. Hair and skin tones varied, but all were clearly under thirty and surgically enhanced.
He hadn't been part of an official couple in almost a decade, when one of the original chicklets had ditched him for some Irish punk guitarist.
She wanted a child very much. To hear someone she was growing to love say that he was done with children, even in a joking fashion, didn't sit well.
In the photo, Steve stood in some party venue with a wineglass in his right hand and his left arm draped around the standard model of underdressed and overen-dowed female. She was looking up at him adoringly, and he was giving her the same slow smile Sarah had warmed under so many times over the past several weeks.
There was a second page to the document. In this photo, the young woman sat on Steve's lap and appeared to be laughing at something he said. Behind Steve and the chicklet was a low Stage with two musicians, and behind them was a neon sign in sloped script that read Blue Note. Last week, when he'd been in Chicago, Steve has said something about blues music.
It's all just part of the game. ... Those words had been a jolt back to reality. What would never be okay was his lack of real interest in changing his external playboy persona. He'd shrugged it off so cavalierly. Steve Clayton could not be the man she needed in her—and perhaps one day, her child's—life.
he would be the man with the broad grin and the young women. To him, it was simply part of the game, with no deeper meaning.
She'd been cheated on by not one, but two men she'd loved.
Steve was back in full swing, with new pictures of him with fresh and perky chicklets popping up daily.
Her garden was complete, and she was pregnant.
*This is my baby, my dream. It wouldn't be fair to dump all of this on Steve right now."