Double Take by Brenda Joyce

the folded back quilt. “Uhh...”
    His gaze slammed to her face. He seemed to flush then. “I don’t care,” he snapped, and he strode into the walk-in closet, tearing off his suit jacket.
    Kait snatched up the phone and thought, he does care. He’s angry— he’s very, very angry with Lana.
    He returned instantly, pulling off his tie. “I know what you are up to,” he said harshly.
    She was alarmed. “You do?”
    “Yes, I do! You’ve decided on a new act, because you think that wide, innocent baby blues and a lousy fashion sense and a sudden doting interest in my daughter will make me change my mind! Either that, or you are trying to keep me off balance,” he ground out.
    She shivered. “I’m not trying to do any of those things,” she whispered. “I’m cold. You have nice socks.”
    “Cut it out!” he shouted.
    She was so taken aback by his yelling at her, that she was briefly at a loss for words. And he seemed as surprised by his own temper. They stared at each other, and Kait felt that her own eyes were as wide as his.
    The cell phone rang.
    Kait realized she held it and she was aghast. Stupidly, she looked at it. It continued to ring.
    “You have a call,” Trev said softly, dangerously. “Aren’t you going to answer it?”
    She failed to breathe. “It’s not important,” she began.
    “Answer it,” he snapped.
    Kait obeyed, stiff with fear—it was the worst possible timing for Lana to call. “Hello?” she said carefully.
    “Lana, it’s John. We missed you at dinner so I thought I’d call and see if you are okay.”
    For one moment, she couldn’t understand who was on the other end of the line. She met Trev’s cold, relentless gaze. As she did so, the comprehension clicked—it was John Davison, Alicia’s husband.
    “I don’t accept solicitations at this number,” Kait said. She hung up—and powered off.
    Trev stared, his face so hard it was in danger of cracking. Kait stared back, not daring to even breathe. She reminded herself that he couldn’t know that she had been desperately awaiting a call from his real wife, and that she, Kait, was an impostor.
    “You are one bad trip,” he said. “And the sooner this is over, the better.” He turned.
    Kait thought about her sister and her niece. She ran after him and gripped his arm. It was like grasping steel. “Please give me another chance,” she cried. “Please don’t do this, not to us, and not to Marni!”
    “There is no us,” he said. And his gaze slid over her in a frankly sexual and appraising way. “But you could try to persuade me to change my mind with that hot little body of yours.”
    She leapt away from him as if burned, but his sensual tone and what he clearly wanted from her tightened her body in a way she had forgotten about. “No,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Because marriage is a sacred union—”
    He actually laughed. “You don’t give a shit about marriage and you never have. But we both know you love sex.” His eyes gleamed.
    She could imagine him coming down on top of her on the bed, his mouth moving over hers. She had to think straight! “Because...because I’m the mother of our child and because I love her,” she said hoarsely, refusing to back down, refusing to be derailed. “I know I’ve been lacking as a mother, but no more. I’m turning over a new leaf. Trevor, I swear. And I intend to prove it.”
    His eyes widened, and they were hard. “Damn it. You never call me Trevor. What the
hell
is going on?”
    She flinched. She had better not make any more mistakes, or he was going to know that she was not Lana. She wet her lips again. His eyes followed the motion of her tongue. She backed up. “And maybe we can still find the love we once had.”
    “The love we once had?”
He was incredulous. “We never had love. Or rather, you never did. What we had was something completely different, and you know it.” He was furious now. His eyes moved to her breasts, which were bare beneath