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"It's not a discussion." She folded her hands on his chest and propped her chin there so she could look at him. "How many?"
"That's inappropriate."
"That many, huh? I bet their ribs poking out made it uncomfortable for you."
"I cannot believe we are having this discussion."
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. "You are blushing."
"I am not."
"You are embarrassed."
"I just think that one should not discuss intimate details of said banging. And who says bang anyway?" There was a slightly irritated note in his voice that had her laughing.
"I do. I cannot believe you are so put out by the question."
"Give it a rest. How would you feel if I asked you the same thing?"
She gave him a mischievous smile. “Ask away.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“That’s not polite or appropriate conversation.”
Her brows lifted. “And you are always polite and appropriate.”
He inclined his head. “I try to be.”
“You are a strange one.” Settling back against his chest, she sighed deeply. “I should get over it.”
“Over me banging the models?” He winced when she poked him in the chest.
“Over them leaving me. It happened, and I am a grown-ass adult who should just simply let it go. So, they did not want me. Big deal.”
His fingers lifted her chin. “It is indeed a big deal.”
The tenderness in his deep voice was almost her undoing. “I cannot afford to dwell on it.
It screws me up.” She sniffed.
“Have you ever tried to find out the circumstances behind them leaving you there?” He shook his head. “I said I was not going to ask—"
“It’s okay.” Wrenching her chin from his fingers, she propped her head on her folded hands.
“It’s going to be in the magazines anyway. Yes, I was curious or obsessed, if you prefer. She was in love with him and bringing a kid into the picture was not part of the plan.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I guess I can give her credit for trying to play mommy for five years. But then she left me and went running after him.”
“Their damn loss.” He passed a hand over her tangled hair.
“What I said.” She turned her head to look at him. “Thanks.”
“For?”
“Being here and not being as bad as I thought you would be. You are going to make some woman a half-decent husband.”
“I am already married," he pointed out lightly, trying to ignore the pain her statement was causing.
