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is a really hot rugby player. And I hate to tell you, but I’ve always had this fantasy about a rugby player. I’d share it with you, but it’s too embarrassing. I’d blush. And I know you don’t want to watch me blush. All over.”
    She saw his eyes begin to gleam, shivered a little with sleepy pleasure. It was so exciting to tease him a little, even if they weren’t being serious.
    “Now you know why I insisted on the nap,” he said. “Ulterior motive all the way. I’d love to hear about that fantasy later on tonight. Maybe I could pretend to be that rugby player you want so badly. You may want to give it a bit more thought, eh.”
    He got up with obvious reluctance, went to the closet and pulled a black collared knit shirt off a hanger, tugged it over his broad chest. She watched him cover his body and was sorry to lose the sight, because that muscular torso, the heavy bulk of it, the vee where it narrowed to his waist…He hadn’t lost a thing, and it all still worked for her. Boy, did it ever. He was good with clothes on. He was better naked.
    “Mmm.” She smiled across the dim room at him. He’d closed the blinds while she’d been sleeping, she realized. She’d been too tired to care. “They do say that couples who share their fantasies have better sex. What do you think? Not sure what I could pretend to be at this point, but maybe if you close your eyes…”
    “I don’t need any fantasy woman,” he said. “Already got her.”
    “Now, I
know
that’s not true,” she laughed. “Not possible. It’s funny, though, isn’t it?”
    He’d opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but all he said was, “What is?”
    “When you were carrying Jack out today, and I was in the queue in my sandy maternity dress, with my sticky baby in the trolley, there was Josie looking back at me from the cover of
Woman’s World
. With Hugh, at that TV awards show last month, both of them looking so glamorous. Feeling not one bit glamorous myself, being a little envious, thinking that would be nice. And then catching myself, because how many timeshas that been us? And now I’ve met her. Just as sandy as me. If a lot more glamorous, still,” she admitted, “because she sure is beautiful, isn’t she? But it was pretty funny.”
    “Never feels the same on the inside as it looks on the outside,” he agreed, coming back to sit beside her again, even though they had guests coming in minutes, and he had to get downstairs, and she had to get
up
. “Ever.”
    “Although Hugh’s the only one of you guys who did it right,” she said. “The only one marrying a star.”
    “He’s not marrying her because she’s a star,” Drew said with certainty. “He’s marrying a nice Kiwi girl from Katikati. Just like she’s not marrying an All Black. That’s obvious. Just like you didn’t marry me for that.”
    “Oh, yeah?” She smiled, put her hand on his sizeable thigh this time, beneath the hem of his khaki shorts, and traced the delineated line of quadriceps, the rasp of hair providing the friction she loved. “You sure about that?”
    “Dead sure.” His own smile reached all the way to his eyes. “You’re not that good at pretending.”
    She laughed. “You’re right about that. Pretty sure I married you partly for your outsized Y chromosome, though.”
    “The missing link, eh.” He sighed. “The truth comes out.”
    He paused, looked thoughtful, not seeming in any hurry to get up, and she kept her hand on his leg, because she always felt better when she was touching him, and waited.
    “Whenever I look at those magazines myself, the ones in the supermarket…” he said slowly, and stopped again.
    This was rare, Drew sharing, so she hitched herself up a bit to listen harder.
    “Well, you and I know it’s not really that way, is it?” he continued after a moment. “Even when they’re showing something good, that you’re meant to want. It’s not life. It’s one night of…performing for