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and I—struggling to pay the rent, to keep food on the table, to adjust to living away from home.
    That first year was tough. I was working two shitty jobs—both for minimum wage, while you spent your days stuck in our tiny apartment, taking care of other people’s kids. We ate a lot of macaroni and cheese! Then my mother got cancer and passed away. The night she died, you stayed up with me all night, talking to me, holding me. You were the glue that held me together, kept me moving forward. My parents raised me with their values, but you’re the one who taught me what those values meant. You showed me how to walk the walk and how to live inside my own skin. You never stopped believing in me, in our future, in our dreams.
    I flexed my muscles for you the night of our honeymoon, tried to impress you with my brawn, but the truth is you’re my strength. Without you, I’d be nothing.
    Troy

Chapter Four
    Faith stood in the doorway and looked around the hotel room. She couldn’t believe Troy had managed to get the exact same room they’d stayed in twenty-five years ago. “Looks like they’ve done some renovations recently.”
    “Thank God,” Troy said as he tossed the duffel bag with her toiletries on a table by the door. “The place was a dive the last time we stayed here. If they hadn’t gutted the inside and made it so nice, this wouldn’t have been included on my tour regardless of the fact we spent our honeymoon here. I was fully prepared to drive the thirty-five miles to stay at the Days Inn in Lowell.”
    Faith shook her head. “That wouldn’t have been the same.”
    Troy pulled a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket and pointed to it. “Thirsty?”
    “I can’t believe you came over here this afternoon and set all this up.” In addition to the bottle of wine, he’d scattered rose petals on the bed and dropped off their luggage.
    “I’m just sorry one night in this hotel room was the sum equivalent of our whole honeymoon. Wish I’d taken you somewhere more special than downtown Carlysle.”
    She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Our honeymoon was perfect, Troy. Why on earth would we have wasted all that money to fly someplace like the Caribbean or Hawaii when we’d have done the same thing there that we did here?” She ran her hand along the front of his jeans and smiled when she felt his cock twitch under her touch. “I mean you’ve seen one bed, you’ve seen them all.”
    Troy grinned wickedly. “You’ve got a point there. Take off that jacket,” he said, his voice laced with a sexy demand she found hard to resist. She recalled his warning back in the park. He’d been so many different men tonight, she was feeling slightly overwhelmed.
    “Haven’t you ever heard of saying please?”
    His eyes narrowed, darkened. “I told you earlier what was going to happen tonight. Take off the T-shirt and bra while you’re at it.”
    She slid the heavy jacket off, tossing it over a chair. Pulling her T-shirt from her jeans, she slid it over her head slowly, enjoying the needy look in her husband’s eyes.
    “Now who’s being a tease?” His voice was husky, deep and the rough timbre of it pushed all her hot buttons at once. Her breasts as she freed them from her lacy bra felt full and too sensitive to touch. Her panties were damp and her breathing was labored.
    “God, Troy. I need you so badly.”
    He shook his head as he rubbed the front placket of his jeans. She could see his erection straining against the material. “I believe you said something about sucking my cock.” Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged off his pants and boxers. Then, as he sat on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his T-shirt, as well. It was the first time she’d seen him naked all day and she had to admit there was a lot to be said for his anticipation game. Her fingers itched to touch every inch of his firm, tanned skin.
    He beckoned her to him with a