The Rings that Bind. Michelle Smart

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      ‘You agreed to give me the chance to prove our marriage deserves another shot.’

      ‘So far you have failed spectacularly. And pretending you find me attractive is not the way to go about it either.’ Not after eleven months of complete uninterest.

      ‘Have you considered that maybe I am not acting?’

      The breath caught in her throat. If she hadn’t already known how indifferent he was to her physically, she might almost have believed him.

      She dragged air into her lungs and took a step to the side. ‘Actually, no. I don’t believe that for a second. You don’t find me attractive. You’re just using your masculinity to try and drive me into some kind of feminine stupor. You think I will fall for your charms and thus save you the unpleasantness of a public divorce—and save you from the hundreds of women who will come beating on your door, begging to be the new Mrs Baranski.’

      He stilled, his eyes narrowing. ‘You have me all figured out.’

      ‘You’re an easy read.’

      What else could it be? Their marriage hadn’t just been platonic, it had been positively frigid. Intellectually, they got along beautifully. They could talk business until the sun came up. But there had been no physical contact of any kind, not even when they had drunk more vodka together than was good for them. They would attend functions where couples were together in every sense of the word—holding hands, sneaking kisses. For all their cordiality, she and Nico wouldn’t even wipe a fragment of lint from each other’s clothing.

      It was what she had signed up to. But she’d had no idea when she drew up that stupid contract that it would come to hurt so much and gnaw at her insides.

      ‘If I were to tell you I find you incredibly sexy, would you think I was lying?’

      ‘We both know I am not your type.’ Even when passing her a mug of coffee he made a concerted effort not to touch her.

      ‘Maybe my tastes are becoming more discerning.’

      ‘Unluckily for you, my tastes aren’t. If you think I want to share a bed with a man who has a deli counter of blondes queuing for a space in his bed, you have another think coming. Believe me, that was a strong positive for me when we made our no-sex pact.’