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he said earlier. Being with Marcus this way, entwined together, holding each other, was everything I was missing and didn’t know it. It scared the crap out of me. I didn’t care.
    I brought my own hands up to his hair and pulled him to me as if there were a way to be any closer. I got lost in tasting him and breathing him in, forgetting who he was, or why this was wrong, allowing myself this euphoria. I’d worry about being able to live without it tomorrow.
    His hands cupped my face, his body rigid against mine and I could feel what I was doing to him. Loved what I was doing to him. Losing all sense of control, I reached down to caress the growing bulge inside his designer denim. His breath caught at my contact, my keys dropped with a loud jangle, and the abrupt sound awoke us both from the provocative trance we were under.
    I jumped back, startled by noise and weak from our kiss.I was afraid to look at him, scared he’d use my momentary lapse of judgment against me. But instead he made light of it, which embarrassed me more. “Now who can’t keep whose hands to themselves?”
    Laugh, Tessa, laugh! It was time to reel it in and propel things back to the way they were before. Before I was the one to break all the rules. If I wound up with my friend’s player brother in my bed I’d also wind up with a world full of regrets. “I think I need a cold shower.”
    “Maybe I can join you.” He was relentless. God, what a turn on.
    “Marcus!”
    “I’m kidding, Tessa. But that kiss. Damn, girl. I won’t be getting much sleep tonight.” He picked up the keys from where they lay on the ground between us. As he handed them to me, his skin touched mine, bringing with it a thousand little tingles of electricity. Shit! This is bad.
    I snatched them from him and unlocked the door, taking a deep breath and brushing off the craziness that was spinning around me. “You’ll sleep like a baby and so will I. Now get your butt inside, wash up and go the hell to bed. It’s late, we’re exhausted and I have to be up early for my son.”
    As we entered my house, Marcus followed, his warm, minty breath at my ear. His tongue reaching out to tease the lobe as he whispered, “Did I ever tell you I like my women bossy?”
    Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod! Focus!
    I took out the money to pay the sitter, handed it to her and stalked my way upstairs. “Good night and thank you, Trish, you know the way out. Couch is over there, Marcus. Bathroom’s the second door on the right. Nighty night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
    I left the two of them staring up at me like I’d lost my marbles. But I’d lost a lot more than that and it was all because of Marcus. Everything I’d worked for in the last six months was slowly vanishing. My dignity, my independence, my morals. And the worst part was… it felt good.
     

     
    The bright morning sun crept its way through the tiny cracks in the blinds. I sprawled out across the bed, stretching and yawning and enjoying that I’d woken up on my own accord and not to the wailing of…
    “Luca!” I jumped up out of the bed and ran to Luca’s nursery. When I found his crib empty, the room absent of his yummy morning smell and the sound of his pleasant after-slumber cooing my heart sank to my toes. Tears pricked my eyes and a strangling lump formed in my throat. My thoughts were rampant and illogical as I tossed stuffed animals and blankets and pillows as if he were hiding from me.
    “LUCA!” I shrieked, screaming like it would make him appear. My worst nightmare was coming true. My baby boy was gone. Zack took him from me! It was the only explanation. My heart thudded so violently that the blood that kept it pumping was deafening. The panic that took over my body was so powerful that it hindered every one of my senses. I was incoherent to the sound of the voice coming from the man trying to shake me out of my paralysis.
    When I noticed he was holding my son—my happy, laughing, here-in-the-flesh son—I