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Authors: Nora Roberts
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At the time the need to escape had been too overpowering. Asher had given Eric what he had wantedâa groomed, attractive wife and hostess. She had thought he would give her what she needed in return. Love and understanding. The reality had been much, much different, and almost as painful as what she had sought to escape. Arguments were more difficult, she had discovered, when two people had no mutual ground. And when one felt the other had sinned . . .
She wouldnât think of it, wouldnât think of the time in her life that had brought such pain and disillusionment. Instead, she would think of victory.
Michael had been right in his assessment of Tia on the court. She was a small, vibrant demon, who played hard and never seemed to tire. Her skill was in picking holes in her opponentâs game, then ruthlessly exploiting them. On court she wore goldâa thin chain around her neck, swinging hoops at her ears and a thick clip to tame her raven hair. Her dress was pastel and frilled. She played like an enraged tigress. Both women had run miles during the match, taking it to a full five sets. The last one had consisted of ten long, volatile games with the lead shooting back and forth as quickly as the ball. Never had it been more true that the match wasnât over until it was over.
And when it was over, both women had limped off the court, sweaty, aching and exhausted. But Asher had limped off with a title. Nothing else mattered.
Looking back at it, Asher found herself pleased that the match had been hard won. She wanted something the press would chatter about, something they would remember for more than a day or two. It was always news when an unseeded player won a world titleâeven considering Asherâs record. As it was, her past only made her hotter copy. She needed that now to help keep the momentum going.
With Italy behind her, Paris was next. The first leg of the Grand Slam. She had won there before, on clay, the year she had been Starbuckâs lady. As she had with Eric, Asher tried to block Ty out of her mind. Characteristically he wasnât cooperative.
We pick this up in Paris.
The words echoed softly in her head, part threat, part promise. Asher knew him too well to believe either was idle. She would have to deal with him when the time came. But she wasnât naïve or innocent any longer. Life had taught her there werenât any easy answers or fairy-tale endings. Sheâd lost too much to believe happy-ever-after waited at the end of every love affairâas she had once believed it had waited for her and Ty. They were no longer the prince and princess of the courts, but older, and, Asher fervently hoped, wiser.
She was certain he would seek to soothe his ego by trying to win her againâher body if not her heart. Remembering the verve and depth of his lovemaking, Asher knew it wouldnât be easy to resist him. If she could have done so without risking her emotions, Asher would have given Ty what he wanted. For three colorless years she had endured without the passion he had brought to her life. For three empty years she had wondered and wanted and denied.
But her emotions werenât safe. On a sigh, Asher allowed herself to feel. She still cared. Not a woman to lie to herself, Asher admitted she loved Ty, had never once stopped loving him. It had never been over for her, and deep within she carried the memory of that love. It brought guilt.
What if he had known? she thought with the familiar stir of panic. How could she have told him? Asher opened her eyes and stared blindly through the sunlight. It was as harsh and unforgiving as the emotions that raged through her. Would he have believed? Would he have accepted? Before the questions were fully formed, Asher shook her head in denial. He could never know that she had unwittingly married another man while she carried Tyâs child. Or that through her own grief and despair she had lost that precious
She wouldnât think of it, wouldnât think of the time in her life that had brought such pain and disillusionment. Instead, she would think of victory.
Michael had been right in his assessment of Tia on the court. She was a small, vibrant demon, who played hard and never seemed to tire. Her skill was in picking holes in her opponentâs game, then ruthlessly exploiting them. On court she wore goldâa thin chain around her neck, swinging hoops at her ears and a thick clip to tame her raven hair. Her dress was pastel and frilled. She played like an enraged tigress. Both women had run miles during the match, taking it to a full five sets. The last one had consisted of ten long, volatile games with the lead shooting back and forth as quickly as the ball. Never had it been more true that the match wasnât over until it was over.
And when it was over, both women had limped off the court, sweaty, aching and exhausted. But Asher had limped off with a title. Nothing else mattered.
Looking back at it, Asher found herself pleased that the match had been hard won. She wanted something the press would chatter about, something they would remember for more than a day or two. It was always news when an unseeded player won a world titleâeven considering Asherâs record. As it was, her past only made her hotter copy. She needed that now to help keep the momentum going.
With Italy behind her, Paris was next. The first leg of the Grand Slam. She had won there before, on clay, the year she had been Starbuckâs lady. As she had with Eric, Asher tried to block Ty out of her mind. Characteristically he wasnât cooperative.
We pick this up in Paris.
The words echoed softly in her head, part threat, part promise. Asher knew him too well to believe either was idle. She would have to deal with him when the time came. But she wasnât naïve or innocent any longer. Life had taught her there werenât any easy answers or fairy-tale endings. Sheâd lost too much to believe happy-ever-after waited at the end of every love affairâas she had once believed it had waited for her and Ty. They were no longer the prince and princess of the courts, but older, and, Asher fervently hoped, wiser.
She was certain he would seek to soothe his ego by trying to win her againâher body if not her heart. Remembering the verve and depth of his lovemaking, Asher knew it wouldnât be easy to resist him. If she could have done so without risking her emotions, Asher would have given Ty what he wanted. For three colorless years she had endured without the passion he had brought to her life. For three empty years she had wondered and wanted and denied.
But her emotions werenât safe. On a sigh, Asher allowed herself to feel. She still cared. Not a woman to lie to herself, Asher admitted she loved Ty, had never once stopped loving him. It had never been over for her, and deep within she carried the memory of that love. It brought guilt.
What if he had known? she thought with the familiar stir of panic. How could she have told him? Asher opened her eyes and stared blindly through the sunlight. It was as harsh and unforgiving as the emotions that raged through her. Would he have believed? Would he have accepted? Before the questions were fully formed, Asher shook her head in denial. He could never know that she had unwittingly married another man while she carried Tyâs child. Or that through her own grief and despair she had lost that precious
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