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voice shook, “I am hoping you can do a little investigating for me. I need someone to catch my husband with whomever he’s cheating on me with.” I lowered my voice a little when the waiter dropped off his drink. I watched as Preston brought the glass to his lips, only just then noticing how full and lush they were, fascinated as he let the smallest sip of scotch past them. I saw his eyes narrow slightly, guessing the burn of the scotch was coating his throat, but other than the small reaction, he looked like someone who drank straight scotch regularly.
       Preston reached into his jacket and pulled out a small notebook and pen. He started scribbling notes on a clean sheet and looked back to me.
       “What’s your husband’s name?”
       “Derrek Bellows.”
       “What makes you think he’s cheating on you?”
       “Is that relevant?” I put my guard up. I didn’t feel like explaining how my husband found me inadequate to the beautiful man sitting across from me. His hand lifted his glass to his mouth again and he took another sip.
       “The way I see it,” he stated, not looking me in the eye, but looking at his glass. “You called me . You need my help. I don’t care why your husband is cheating, it makes no difference to me.” His eyes moved up slowly and locked with mine. “But if you want my help, you’re going to have to trust me and tell me whatever it is I want to know.” He paused and for just one brief moment, his eyes glanced at my mouth. Immediately, they were back, focused on my eyes, but it didn’t go unnoticed. “I could walk out of here and take any number of cases. I could find any number of people who won’t question me or act suspiciously when I ask perfectly reasonable questions. So,” he stated finally, “I’ll only ask one more time before I get up and leave you to find someone else willing to put up with your doubts. What makes you think he’s cheating on you?”
       I took in a deep breath, but never moved my eyes from his.
       “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, but first, you have to understand that what I’m about to say, I’ve never told another living soul. It’s a secret I thought, without a tiny sliver of doubt, I’d take to my grave. I have to believe this is confidential.”
       “I’m in the business of secrets, sweetheart.”
       I tried to ignore the arousal that pooled in my core at him calling me sweetheart, tried not to give any weight to the fact that my heart thundered in my chest, and tried to mumble my next statement with my voice unaffected.
       “Marrying Derrek was the worst mistake I ever made. I was young. I was foolish, and I stupidly believed in our ‘happily ever after’. I can pinpoint, to the second, when my idiocy imploded, and I will forever feel the ripples and after-effects of that one moment in time.”
       He lifted his glass again, this time taking a gulp of his scotch, draining it, then nodding to the waiter again, signaling he’d like another.
       “Go on, Lena.”
     

Chapter Five
       “The night before our wedding, literally minutes before Derrek left our condo to spend the evening with his buddies, Derrek handed me a packet of papers and told me he needed me to sign them. I looked at them, glanced at them really, and saw he’d handed me a prenuptial agreement.” I stopped to take a sip of my martini, hoping Preston didn’t notice my hand was trembling slightly. I looked back to him and saw he was patiently waiting for me to finish my admission. So I took a deep breath and dove into the story.
       “We’d never spoken about having a prenup, not once. So I was obviously caught a little off guard and had a few questions about why and how. Looking back on that evening, I think I acted well within reason – a bride is handed a prenup out of nowhere the night before her wedding, it’s her prerogative to flip out a little. Derrek was telling me just to sign it and get it over with,