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A week later Kate sat at her computer and responded to e-mails that were crying for her attention without really thinking. The only thing she could think about was that night with Pat. Her hair was lank on her head as she had not conditioned it since the event happened. Her clothes weren’t as pristine and pressed and it made her coworkers sneer. Of course, some of them assumed it was because she was missing Harry so much.

The lilies Harry had sent her those weeks ago had long died but Kate kept the cut crystal vase on her desk. She would randomly burst into tears now, for no reason known to her coworkers and her work was starting to slip.

A pair of hands closed over her eyes from behind. “Guess who.”

Kate turned around to see Harry beaming at her, a faint bruise on his cheek. “Harry! Oh my God, it’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you so much!” Kate hugged him tightly, his scent filling her lungs.

“I’ve missed you too darling and I’ve brought you back something,” Harry handed her a leather bag by Dolce and Gabbana and it was filled with chocolates, candles, jewelry and soft, colorful lingerie tucked inside the bag.

“Oh Harry,” Kate’s fingers ran down the smooth leather of the bag, “I can’t,”

“Yes you can,” Harry kissed her lips. “I said I would bring you something back and I did. I missed you while I was away though,” he leaned close to her ear. “Take off for the rest of the day. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”


As she and Harry made love in broad daylight at her flat, Kate should have felt exhilarated that her lover had returned to her but all she could feel was guilt and disgust of what happened in this very bed a week ago.

Harry kissed her neck softly and she could ever so faintly feel his tongue playing along her jaw line. He was all she ever wanted. He was good looking, smart, apparently wealthy, worshiped the ground she walked on and great in bed.

Was she what he wanted?

She couldn’t be. Why would he want a cheater and a louse like her?

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear as they laid there after their love making. He had his arms wrapped firmly around her and he was kissing her ears, neck, shoulders, back, wherever he could touch her with his lips.

“I love you too,” Kate mumbled and turned over in his arms so they were face to face. She kissed his lips but he noticed she had barely smiled since he got home.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kate insisted as she plastered a smile on her face. “I’m just worried about work and all and I’m letting it ruin your homecoming.”

“Oh, what’s happened?”

Kate shook her head. “Nothing, I’m just getting tired of it and I want to do something else you know,” she hated lying to him but he couldn’t know what happened. “I want to do my own magazine but it’s so hard to get the money together and finding a niche and a design that sets it apart. It’s an art, it really is, and so many magazines don’t get past the first issue nowadays.”

Kate sighed and kissed Harry’s chest. “But let’s not worry about this now. Let’s order some food and stay in bed all day and all night, just the two of us. No work, no worries, nothing.”

“I like that idea,” Harry agreed as he settled into the pillows. “I’m in the mood for Indian food. I don’t want pizza or any kind of Italian food at all, ugh.”

Kate grinned and kissed him again. Maybe he would never find out and she could grow to forget it. He seemed to love her more than any man she had ever been with and didn’t deserve to know that pain.

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