He carried two mugs of steaming coffee. She smiled and nestled into the overstuffed couch. Lord, he was gorgeous. The pajama pants dipped, just skimming his waist, revealing the flat plane of his belly, skating over his hip bones. His broad chest and his abs—a ridged, glorious mocha—made her mouth water, her body melt. But then he’d always had this effect on her. From the instant she first saw him. He could turn her from a confident, powerful woman to a quivering little girl with a look. Even after all this time, she sometimes couldn’t believe he was her husband. That he loved her. And heavens, she loved him. She’d do anything to please him. Even pretend to be someone she wasn’t. If he ever discovered the truth, she could lose him. And the thought of losing him was far too painful to contemplate. Tae was a nice guy. A good guy. The deep, dark fear rumbling in her soul was that if she told him her secret, he would be appalled. The love in his eyes would dim. And he would leave her.
