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"It sounds like a plan." He walked over with the box in his hand. He was going to get through this part of it first and pray that she did not throw the ring back at him. Flipping it open, he took out the dazzling square-cut diamond. Taking her hand in his, he slid it on and was satisfied that it was a perfect fit.
"Now we are official. What do you think?" He still had her hand in his and he watched as the stone picked out the light from the lamp.
"It's perfect," she told him huskily. "You have excellent taste."
"Look who I am with." Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it tenderly. "I am going to take a shower."
"You got wet?"
"A little." Smiling at her, he rose and went into the bathroom. He stood there staring into the mirror before getting rid of his underwear and stepping into the large shower enclosure. Touching the button, he adjusted the temperature and stepped beneath the needles of warm water.
His Remi preferred her water piping hot, enough to peel the flesh from the bones. But he knew it was due to what had happened in her childhood. When they showered together, he would tolerate it enough, because he understood.
Ducking his head beneath the sprays, he closed his eyes and was so absorbed in his thoughts that he had not noticed she had come into the room until she was behind him. Her touch jarred him out of his reverie and had him stiffening slightly.
"I thought you already showered."
"It does not mean I cannot join my man- sorry, my fiancé to take another." She rubbed some soap into the small of his back and moved up to his shoulders. "And you are tense. Rough day?"
"You could say that." He closed his eyes and allowed the warmth from the water and her touch to flow through him. "But you are making it better."
"What I am here for." She continued to rub the soap into his skin. When she moved to press herself against him, he felt the familiar stirring of pleasure. His body jerked in awareness when she used both hands to cup him, sliding the suds up and down the length of him.
"Why Mr. Bramwell," she purred. "What have we here?"
"What does it feel like?" he growled, his voice thickening. "Keep that up and we are not going to leave the shower for now."
"I don't have a problem with that. I love how you respond to my touch. And my voice. I am vain enough to be thrilled that I am the first in several things where you are concerned. The first woman you ever lived with, the first to wear your ring and the first to be carrying your child. It makes me feel so special."
He felt the guilt rearing up and crushing his desire and realized that now was the time. He could not put it off any longer. He had to tell her. Clamping his hands on her wrist, he removed it from his deflating cock and turned to face her, expression bleak.
“We need to talk.”
“Okay.” Remi felt a flutter of fear at the expression on his face. “Here?”
“No.” Reaching over, he grabbed two towels and handed her one. Stepping out, he took her hand to help her out and then wrapped the towel around his trim waist. Not bothering to dry his hair, he strode into the bedroom.
She walked in to see him dragging on sweats and a t-shirt and felt a flutter of anxiety inside her chest. He never wore clothing to bed.
“If you have changed your mind about the marriage, I am going to have to kill you.” She took off the towel and put on her robe before sitting on the edge of the bed. When he did not respond to her teasing, she felt her anxiety increasing.
“I was at the hospital,” he told her abruptly as he faced her.
“Why?”
“Angela Bisasor died tonight.”
She stared at him in shock. “An accident?”
“She was attacked.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “She was involved with a very dangerous individual and put her life at risk to take him down.”
He told her the full story and watched as her eyes widened. “How long has this been going on?”
“About a month.”
Her eyes narrowed at that. “And you did not tell me.”
“It was not something I wanted to discuss with you.” He dragged restless fingers through his hair. “There is more.”
