She was trying hard to prepare herself mentally for Lucas' return. She kept reminding herself over and over that Lucas was her husband, but it didn't seem to help with her anxiety. When Season heard the door open, she slid down under the covers and waited tensely. The sounds she heard indicated that Lucas was undressing, but he didn't say a word to her. Finally, when she felt the bed dip under his weight, her stomach muscles tightened into knots. "Season, relax. For the moment, I want no more than to talk to you." "I'm…listening." Her body was rigid, and she was anything but relaxed. He reached over, took her hand, and began gently massaging her fingers. "I have a dilemma, Season; perhaps you can help me with it." She felt herself begin to relax just a bit. "I will try, Lucas." "In about a week I have to make a trip to New York. As much as I hate to leave you, it is unavoidable." His hand moved slowly up her arm, and Season shivered at his soft touch.
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