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instance. Things are different between us now.”
    He would agree with that. In fact, he’d be the first to admit, if he could turn back time, he’d lock his fingers around the minute hand and refuse to acknowledge the stroke of a new hour, the dawn of another day.
    “So people change. Who’s to say our relationship won’t be stronger?”
    “Or more satisfying?”
    “I’m not talking about sex.”
    “I am,” she assured him, her fingers raking across her nipples as she playfully inched toward him.
    He was painstakingly aware of Morgan’s fidgeting and the way she’d avoided acknowledging her own feelings for him, if she still possessed them. “Why won’t you tell me you love me, too? I know you do. I see it in your eyes.”
    “Blake, I don’t know what you expect from me. It’s as if you walked into the house today and expected to pick up exactly where you and I left off.”
    “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
    “No. To my knowledge I’ve never had a threesome.”
    “I know that.” A beat later he said, “There you go changing the subject again. Morgan, you can say it’s too early or you can pretend the old love doesn’t exist anymore. You can play this any way you want, but I know you haven’t forgotten the way you loved me. You haven’t forgotten the love you shared with Grant. If you can’t tell me how you feel, at some point, talk to Grant. Let him know what’s going on in your head. Tell him what’s on your heart.”
    He considered that possibility then. What if Morgan loved Grant but didn’t have enough room in her heart to love them both? As quickly as the thought entered his mind, the notion vanished. Morgan would remember the love they’d shared. He had to believe that otherwise his effort to save her would prove more challenging.
    She shrugged, brushing him off with that flip attitude of hers.
    “You’re afraid. You think one or both of us will walk away.”
    “No,” she replied.
    “Are you scared of loving us again?”
    “Not necessarily.”
    “Then what is it?”
    “I’m afraid I’ll use you and then I’ll leave you.”
    He studied her face. She was as serious then as she’d ever been. Her brutal honesty shocked him. She certainly knew herself better than he understood her. In fact, what did he really know about Morgan at all now?
    “I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to say something and I hope you’ll listen to me. Right at the moment, I love crystal more than I’ll ever love you or Grant. I know you don’t understand. I wish you could.” A second or two later, she said, “Scratch that. I hope you never know the hell I’ve had to endure because of meth.”
    “What happened to the woman who was clean and never going back?”
    She shrugged. “My opinion changes as my needs and cravings vary. Meth addicts stay in emotional turmoil.”
    “I’m glad you realize this,” Grant said, walking in the bathroom. “Maybe now you’ll understand why you aren’t permitted to mention meth or any of its street names.”
    He snatched her away from Blake’s arms, pulling her completely free of the shower stall. Then, he hoisted her over his shoulder and flayed her as he walked toward the bed. Once there, he dumped her on the mattress and with a guttural tone, he said, “We have a few rules. It’s time you heard about them.”

    * * * *

    Grant was officially on her nerves. He had it in him to be a general pain in the ass, but this was too much. He wasn’t just a pain. He was an ass.
    When he finished explaining what he called severe offenses and moved on to the various forms and stages of punishment, he said, “Now, because you mentioned crystal in the shower, what kind of punishment will you receive?”
    “You’re giving me a whirl around the Catherine Wheel.”
    “Yes,” Grant deadpanned.
    “If I were you, I’d prepare for more than a spin or two,” Blake quickly informed her.
    Apparently her upcoming trip around the world wasn’t open for discussion.