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outmaneuver him by choosing someplace difficult to get into. So last night, he’d called all the best restaurants in town and made reservations for two. The fact that he let drop that his date was a member of the wealthy Wi’Yalu family seemed to help with the short notice.
    Once inside, they were seated right away, which finally seemed to impress his jaded Duosien. He felt pride well in his chest and caught the looks of envy from some of the other men in the room. His woman outshone every other female there.
    “All right,” Katra said after they’d gotten their drinks. “How did you manage it? Did you bribe the maitre d’?”
    He laughed and shook his head.
    “Then how?”
    Leaning forward, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Brachoi magic.”
    She blew out a puff of air and turned her head away, but he still caught her smile. His prickly Duosien was slowly softening toward him.
    “Tell me something about you.” Krux tried to get the conversation rolling as he sat back and sipped his drink.
    She arched one eyebrow. “Like what?”
    “Why haven’t you ever been married? Most women your age have tried the marital state at least once.”
    Her tone turned mocking. “Is that a roundabout way of calling me old?”
    He scoffed. “Oh, please. Old women don’t work a dress like that, and children don’t know how. You’re mature.” He flashed his teeth. “Ripe.”
    Her smile was slow in forming, but it turned devastating when a warm blush accompanied it. His race was very responsive to blushes.
    “Mine isn’t a terribly original story.” Her grin faded to a sadder smirk. “I was engaged once, believe it or not. I was in my early twenties, right out of college, and I believed myself to be madly in love. It was quite a shock to discover his only interest was to marry into the Wi’Yalu name. Once I realized that, I was happy to disappoint him.”
    “I’m sorry.” He genuinely meant it. Betrayal of trust in any arena was an insult, but when it involved one’s personal life, it was beyond hurtful.
    She shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “It was probably for the best. He was lousy in bed.”
    Krux choked out a laugh, but passed up the chance to advertise his own skills in that department. She’d find out for herself later tonight.
    “What about you?” she asked. “Have you ever been married?”
    Since he’d broached this topic, he was prepared for the question. “Once. I was in my early thirties. I was already working my way up the corporate ladder, and I had aspirations for more. A lot of business is conducted outside the office, and I saw the career benefits of having a wife to play hostess. In the end, I went about the whole thing like a business arrangement, which probably explains what went wrong. I found a woman with the right pedigree and background, wooed her with expensive presents, and married her within six months. At the time, I would have told you I was in love with her, but now I realize I was just in love with the idea of her—the image of the two of us together.”
    “What happened?” she asked gently.
    He returned a mirthless smile. “For three years we did our duty. I brought home the nice paycheck and took her on fancy vacations. She befriended the other executives’ wives and hosted parties so I could network and keep moving up. Her only complaint was that I was too lusty, so I curbed my appetite and didn’t demand her body as much as I might have. Then one day, I came home early from a meeting and discovered her screwing my competition in our bed.”
    “Drilling him for inside information, no doubt.” Katra seasoned the statement with heavy sarcasm.
    “She wasn’t as smart as you,” Krux admitted. “It didn’t even occur to her to spin the situation. I think what bothered me most was her lack of remorse. As far as she was concerned, corporate wives had affairs all the time. She actually thought it was my fault for not calling home first.”
    “I take it