He looked so domestic, so very much the part she had gambled he could play. Had she glimpsed this side of him during those nights she watched him in the restaurant? Was this why she had been so determined to "trap" him? Had she married him for her own selfish reasons? No, that wasn't quite true. She had done it all for Eric's sake.Shaw looked so different now: shirt unbuttoned, tie askew, shoes off under the table, a lock of recalcitrant hair at his forehead—all signs of his being comfortable at home. He could be comfortable, she reminded herself, since he was home. She was the one who was the stranger, even if she was married to him.She wondered why she had pursued him so relentlessly the previous week. What had made her think she could make him care about a perfect stranger—two strangers for that matter? Why had she clung to the hope of salvation with him against all odds? He was right. If she had simply needed a husband, there were other men she could have asked outright to marry her and not have to play this charade.She couldn't have married any of them.
