The Only Man for Her. KRISTI GOLD

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      CHAPTER TWO

      “DO YOU WANT US TO COME IN?”

      Rachel appreciated Savannah’s offer, and she loved her friends dearly, but at the moment she needed solitude. “I’ll be okay. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I’m sure I’ll be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.” And that was a colossal lie. She’d be lucky to get any sleep at all after the disastrous day.

      “You should eat something,” Jess said from the backseat.

      Her appetite had diminished the moment she’d laid eyes on Matt. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to be fine.”

      “Are you sure?” Savannah asked. “It seems you and Matt have a lot of issues to work out.”

      “That’s an understatement,” Jess muttered.

      Yes, it was. “I agree, and I plan to tackle that in the near future. Right now I need some rest.”

      Savannah reached over the console and laid a hand on Rachel’s arm. “Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. Just pick up the phone and call me.”

      “Same here,” Jess said. “Even if you only need to talk. And if you need someone to verbally beat some sense into your husband, I’m your gal. Ask Chase.”

      Jess could talk all day to Matt and it wouldn’t make a difference. Rachel had learned that the hard way. “I do have a favor to ask. Make sure someone takes Matt home if he has too much to drink. He’s been doing a lot of that lately.” One of the major issues with their marriage.

      “I assure you neither Sam nor Chase will let that happen,” Savannah said. “But we’ll serve as backup, just in case.”

      “Thanks.”

      After doling out hugs to her friends, Rachel left the car and walked into the house alone. She flipped on several lights, hoping to make the place seem a bit more warm and inviting. But even though the two-bedroom, two-bath guest bungalow was nicer than many people’s houses, it still wasn’t home. It had afforded her some independence, at least until her father returned and insisted she move into her old bedroom, not the guest quarters. Maybe by that point she’d be back in her own house with her husband, though that seemed highly unlikely under the current circumstances. Maybe she should find a place of her own. She didn’t have enough energy to worry about that now.

      Rachel set her purse on the counter, walked to the large picture window and made sure the main house was completely dark. Zelda, the maid, always went to bed with the chickens and awakened with the roosters. Meeting a millionaire’s demands was tough business.

      Still restless and somewhat tense, Rachel decided a dip in the hot tub might help her relax. On that thought, she went into the bedroom and, after a brief consideration, bypassed the drawer containing her swimsuit. Normally she wouldn’t dare go outdoors in the buff, but the remote estate allowed enough privacy to stay concealed from prying eyes. Besides, she highly doubted anyone would come calling this time of night, and even if they did, they’d have to get past the security gate.

      She stripped out of her clothes, wrapped an oversize towel around her torso, pulled her hair into a clip and headed toward the deck. Just to be on the safe side, she flipped off all the lights before she opened the French doors and stepped onto the deck. She stopped at the control panel mounted on the wall and turned on the jets and heater. Then in a fit of daring, she tossed the towel onto the nearby chaise and lowered herself into the tub.

      After she settled into the swirling water, she leaned her head back to study the host of stars and the three-quarter moon partially concealed by the wisp of cloud. But she couldn’t fully appreciate the night sky or the country quiet. Not with so much turmoil spinning around in her brain.

      She closed her eyes in an attempt to block the childish scene she and Matt had caused back at the pond. Forget that the remarkable, caring man she’d always loved had become almost a stranger and that she didn’t particularly like who she’d become in his presence.

      Yet she couldn’t quite forget everything that had transpired earlier. The talk about first-time lovemaking had definitely generated more than a few memories, and not only those having to do with their wedding night. She considered all the years they’d spent together and the passion that had always existed between them, no matter what, until recently.

      Even during those days when she’d been too tired, or not in the right frame of mind to make love, Matt had always had a way of wooing her right into his arms. She recalled the times he would receive a late-night emergency call, and before he left their bed, he’d always given her a kiss. A few suggestive touches. A promise to finish what he’d started. When he’d returned in the early-morning hours, he’d made good on those promises. And during those instances when she’d beaten him to the clinic, he had no qualms about locking doors and putting an end to her anticipation right there in his office.

      She shivered in spite of the heat and craved what they’d once had. She longed for the past and, sadly, her husband. She couldn’t have any of it, at least not unless things changed. That didn’t keep her from wanting it back, wanting Matt… .

      “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”

      Practically startled out of her skin, Rachel’s eyes shot open at the sound of the deep drawl. She could barely make out his features now set in shadows, but she didn’t have to see the owner of the voice to identify him.

      She immediately sat forward and hugged her knees to cover her bare breasts. “What are you doing here, Matthew Boyd? And how did you get through the gate?”

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