The worst part was that she had almost the perfect marriage. She might not have a lot of memories, but she knew in her heart that few women were lucky enough to have a husband as wonderful and considerate as Aulay. She knew without a doubt that he was much more attentive and sweet than most men, and if she had just been able to sort out this business of why he wasn’t bedding her, her marriage would have been as close to perfect as she thought was possible. But she’d failed, Jetta acknowledged, snuffling as the tears began to pour out of her eyes in earnest.
