Chapter 16. The Lies That Almost Real

How much should he tell her? She wouldn't recall that they split up if she didn't consider him and their marriage. That was the turmoil running in his head.

She hesitated at his reply and cast her mind back. "I…I can't remember it now."

Rafaella felt more lightheaded than she had all day when their eyes met and locked. This man stirred in her this breathtaking, toe-curling impact, the kind of response that overflowed her center with need and cleared out her shuddering like a half-set jam which she felt frightening.

He deliberately slid his palm down his dark crimson silk tie as he unzipped his suit coat. His fingers were long and inclined as he contemplated the whole thing while he studied her profile.

"What can you remember then?" He casually asked.

Her look returned to his addressing expression, and she inspected the sterile but comfortable private room.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice fragile. She rubbed at the spot between her brows again. "T