Could it be true, had she gone with Brian and "pretended" that he was all those different men? Relief flooded through her like a physical pain. Could ...his be?! "Well, I'm glad you liked it, I wish I hadn't drunk so much. I don't even remember how I got home last night."Brain, looked like a Cheshire cat and said, "Around 2 o'clock in the morning you insisted that you had to go home so you could be ready for work today. Neither of us was in any shape to drive so I got you a cab and paid the. Slowly her hand reached out, inching towards the flame. Her hand pulledback of sudden pain, but even more for a strange feeling: pleasure. Rawand yet pure. It filled her for just a moment. The pain slowly vanishedand she saw the slight burn marks simply vanish. Intrigued she reachedout again. Again it burned. Pain coursed through her but slowly faded.But the pleasure was rising. Until a sudden moan starlet her. A moanshe had made.With a guilty look and a strong blush on her face she withdrew. Anyway, what’s the card say?’ The card. Oh, yes, the card. I find it in the stems, pull it out and open it. It read: ‘With apologizes for cancelling our date. – Ben Sheppard’ It’s written in his hand—an elegant and precise hand—in the same blue ink from the same crisp, fine point pen he used on his business card. ‘So who is Ben Sheppard?’ Danielle asks. ‘I have no idea,’ I say. I have no idea but all the doubts I’ve been carrying around about going to dinner with him went right out my head. I. ”Well, I thought, that’s told me quite a bit. He knows she‘s still not his. Or at least, he’s still not sure. Of course, I wasn’t sure either. I followed his gaze toward my wife and was somewhat amazed. At home, breakfast has always been my meal to cook. Here, this sexy woman was busily at work in another man’s kitchen, looking perfectly at home fixing breakfast for “their” guests.Brett turned the conversation back to me. “What about you? You’re a good looking, successful guy. Why aren’t you.