“You’re giving me a waiter?” Greg smiled, but his eyes seemed filled with doubt. “I’m giving you a threesome.” Carrie’s mouth dropped open. She turned a wide gaze to her husband. Her heart skipped a beat. “I’ll go check on the champagne,” said Marc. “Join me in the living room when you’re ready.” He left them alone, but Carrie barely noticed. Her knees had gone watery. “You’re giving me what?” “I overheard your conversation with Shelley. I know our sex life isn’t all that exciting. It’s been stressful for you. You gave up your career to stay home with the boys. My hours are crazy and I have to travel all the time. God, Carrie, I love you so much. I want to give you the world.” “I have you and the boys,” she said softly. “That’s what is important to me.” “I know.” He looked at her, his brown eyes shining with passion.
