They had never stopped loving each
other.
Six years had passed since Christine
walked out on Joe. Six years of wondering why they had been
lucky in so many things, but not the one thing that really
mattered.
But now there she was, back in the big bed
they had once shared, the rambling old house that was going
to be their forever home, the place where they would raise
their children and spoil their grandkids, dreaming about the
ex-husband who still claimed her heart. The dream was so
real, she could almost feel the heat of his body against her
skin, hear his voice.
"It's been a long time,
Christie."
She wasn't dreaming after all. The man she
loved, the man she had married and lost, was sitting on the
edge of the bed they'd shared, looking at her as if he knew
all of her secrets. She grabbed for the sheet and yanked it
up to her chin.
"Don't worry," he said. "You're not
naked."
"How would you know?" she demanded, although
it was hard to sound indignant from a prone
position.
The grin he gave her was pure Joe. "How
else?" he shot back. "I peeked."