It had been a restless night once again, without Alexis by his side. This morning, he’d found her in the recliner in the living room. He did what he always did—kissed her cheek. And like a fairy tale, she’d awakened.He sighed at that memory. She would not sleep with him, but every other part of their life was moving forward. In therapy, he talked, she listened. At home, they ate, watched television, even played Scrabble together. It was just the final act of each day that they did alone.In those hours when he was left by himself, he thought most about his secret. There were times in the middle of the night when he wanted to tiptoe into the living room, lift Alexis into his arms, carry her to their bed, and make love to her until she forgave him all the way. But the thought in his head—of Jasmine and her baby—stopped him. Because he didn’t want to be the one to bring his wife closer…just in case hurt was waiting not far away.He frowned when a knock on the door forced him from his thoughts.
