" He smiled at me again. "Now do, Charles, do me the justice finally of admitting that you share my feelings on this subject, and that you are looking...forward to what is to happen with more than simply academic interest." "All right," I said resignedly. "I suppose it is hopeless to deny it. I am already as aroused, I believe, as I have ever been in my life." "Good," Brummel said. "I always enjoy pleasing my guests. But you do understand, Charles," he went on in a different tone,. "Yes, but I want to talk to you before you go." I answered.Lindsey waited out by my shop and I went in. "Sean, do me a favor, don't say anything about Lindsey coming over. I don't want people to get the wrong idea about Lindsey, she's a good kid and people tend to talk about stuff they have no business talking about." I know dad, it's none of my business as far as I'm concerned. And if anyone asked I wouldn't say a word." He said. I thanked him."I'm not going to have to call her mom? am I?" He. " There is no need to be embarrassed. Your fall was quite graceful actually. And besides, it's not like you are the first to ever fall while skiing."We sat by the fireplace, drinking hit chocolate and telling stories of our own ski adventures and misadventures. As we warmed up from the fire, she removed her parka and sticking cap. I stopped talking in mid sentence. Have no idea what I was even saying, something trivial I'm sure. From her cap fell shoulder length hair the color of chestnuts. As. ‘No! ‘ His hand shot out, dragging her back. Clasping both her upper arms, he held her to him, his face only inches from hers. ‘I’m your husband, not that guy you’re trying so hard to remember. I’m the one you’re being unfaithful to.’ ‘Take your hands off me, Niko,’ she demanded calmly. ‘You’re not my husband anymore. I don’t even know who you are.’ He felt the pain in his chest again, spreading through his limbs at her words. ‘I’m the man who loves you, Camille,’ he ground out. ‘The same man.