My House Or Yours?. Lass Small

back and looked at her. “He said that?”

      “No. He smiled in that way.”

      “What way?”

      “As if he knew what we’d been doing.”

      Chad looked at the one messed-up bed and then he looked back at his ex-wife. “A logical conclusion. The pillows are back where they belong.”

      “He did that.”

      Chad tried not to grin too widely. “Tonight we’ll mess up the other bed first.”

      “I am embarrassed.”

      He was surprised by her. “We’re married!”

      “We are not. We are divorced!”

      “Ah, that doesn’t mean anything to a couple. It’s just a technicality. We’re legal.”

      “I believe you are tilted in your thinking.”

      He laughed in a good throat chuckle. “You’ve always tilted me, one way or another. I had to leave the house so that you could get some rest.”

      “You gave all your attention to the college, you just used my body now and then.”

      “You’re lucky I had the distraction of a commitment to the college, or you would have never gotten out of bed at all!”

      She dismissed him. “You say that after I’ve been gone for four years—”

      “Just over three years.”

      She confronted the stickler and corrected him. “It is almost four. I’m twenty-eight.”

      He slid a salacious glance down her body. “You’ve held together quite well.”

      She leveled a look at him that showed him her adult maturity and tolerance.

      She went to her suitcase, removed a pair of slacks and underwear, then chose a blouse.

      “We’ll swim after we’ve breakfasted and read the paper.”

      She looked up at him. She did want to swim. She took out pajamas and went to the bath, ignoring his very earnest protests.

      

      She returned wearing the green silk pajamas for the first time, and was additionally wrapped in a cover-up of dark blue. She had a towel around her head.

      He put down the paper and served her breakfast from the insulated pots.

      There was hot cereal, fruit, remarkably sinful iced muffins, milk, tea and sugar mints. He had coffee. He hadn’t forgotten any of her needs.

      She put the fruit on the cereal, butter and jam on the muffins, and she ate every bite.

      When she sat back, he put down his paper and smiled. “Feeling better?”

      She regarded the husband she had discarded, and she knew this was her chance to use him as she’d always wanted. He would not change, but this was an opportunity to live out her dream of a relationship.

      If she could have him now, she could get him out of her system and then go on her way, freed of him. That was what this unexpected opportunity offered.

      She smiled at him.

      He laughed. He reached over and cupped her chin in his hand as he leaned to kiss her mouth. Then he lifted his head. His eyelashes almost covered his eyes and the crinkles at the corners deepened. “What a miracle to’ve found you again.”

      She didn’t again say baloney to him. She just looked at him critically, searching for his flaws. As she’d always thought, he had no physical flaw. His flaws were limited to that of cohabitation.

      Neglect of a chattel.

      But he was trapped there, with her, and he had no escape. No other person could take his attention from her. She could wallow in his concentrated regard. Perhaps then he would know what he had missed in their marriage. And this time, it would be he who was abandoned, to stand alone, bereft, on the plain of nothingness.

      Was she taking revenge?

      She considered that. But she could not see how he could be harmed. He hadn’t changed. His marriage to her had not been important to him.

      When they were married, he’d had the opportunity to cherish her or even just to include her in his life. He had not. He would not be harmed by an interlude with her.

      It was only now that his clever tongue said things about disliking the word “divorce,” but his saying it didn’t mean anything. He’d had a long, long time to figure her out. And almost four years ago, he’d agreed to an amicable parting.

      Her leaving hadn’t upset him or saddened him. He had only inquired if she wouldn’t like to stay long enough for her to earn her doctorate. At the time, such a polite question had sundered any lingering hope Jo might have had for their marriage.

      Jo looked at her ex-husband and he was as she remembered him, as she’d dreamed of him. She watched him smile at her.

      And she smiled back.

      He laughed softly in his male throat and coaxed, “Come sit on my lap. I’ve not held a woman on my lap in too long.”

      Her body got up and just wiggled right on over and sat itself down on his interested lap.

      It was, of course, a part of her plan. She would get all of this kind of foolishness out of her system.

      His hands were familiar. He found a mole he’d missed. “I’d wondered if you’d be so foolish as to have this removed. I love this mole. It proves you’re human.”

      “Moleless people are inhuman?”

      “Most goddesses don’t have moles. Only those who are partly human can contrive to have a mole or so. That fools human males and they believe they are dealing with real women instead of magic ones who can get away. How many other men have you lured?”

      “Just you.”

      He hugged her gently to him and groaned. “I’ve missed you.”

      “How can you claim you’ve missed me?”

      “I’ve felt vacant without you.”

      “Come on, Chad, you were never around enough to even get acquainted with me. What you missed was the handy sex.”

      “We did it by hand!”

      In an adult way, she explained, “I was available.”

      “You were the most important thing in my life. Are you finished running around being a single woman? Are you ready to come home? It’s time you did, you know. There’s a limit to what a good husband will tolerate in a flighty woman who wants to try her wings.”

      Sitting on his lap, she asked, “Do you actually believe I left you in order to be on my own? I was already. I didn’t need to physically leave you. You were gone.”

      “I was always there.”

      He said that! He actually said it quite as if he thought he’d always been around!

      She instructed, “Other men go home to be with their wives and mow their yards and help.”

      “They do?”

      “You never noticed?” She frowned at him.

      “When we lived together, you were looking at other men?” In shock, he leaned back so that he could see her face.

      “I wanted only to see you! I loved you. I wanted to be around you. You weren’t anywhere around. You were always busy.”

      “I made our living.”

      She exclaimed, “Twenty-four hours a day?”

      “I wasn’t gone all the time.”

      “You were gone most of the time.”