Millionaire Husband by Leanne Banks Page A

their lovemaking.
    A silken thread of uneasiness twisted inside her. Something about this was too comfortable, she thought. It would be too easy to slide into a habit of counting on Justin. Even though they had connected in the most powerful, physical way last night, he hadn’t spoken any words of love and neither had she. Her heart tightened.
    She couldn’t love Justin, she told herself. She didn’t know him well enough to love him. Besides, if she gave her heart to him, then what would she have left after he left her?
    Too disturbed to remain, she held her breath and slowly slid from his bed. Gathering her clothes, she bundled them against her and tiptoed to her room. She tugged on a nightshirt and panties and crawled into bed. She’d thought she would feel safer in her own bed, more like herself. But she still felt shakenup and bothered. Knowing tomorrow would require all the energy and clear-thinking she could muster, she told herself not to think about Justin. She mentally closed every door in her mind to him, and when he still crept in like a warm breeze, she pulled the sheet over her head.
     
    Justin watched Amy from the kitchen doorway as she poured juice and cereal. He wondered why she had left. He remembered the intensity of their lovemaking, however, and combined with her inexperience, he’d guess she was knocked off-kilter.
    She must have felt his gaze. She looked up from taking a sip of orange juice and choked. She rose quickly from the table and rushed to his side.
    “I—You—” She cleared her throat. “Do you want some orange juice?”
    “I can get it myself,” he said, catching all the little signs of nervousness, stuttering, high-pitched voice, and fluttery eyelids. Deciding he might as well get it over with, he pulled her into the hallway for a moment of privacy. “You left,” he said. “Why?”
    She bit her lip. “I, uh…” Her eyes widened helplessly. “Too much,” she said haltingly adding, “you.”
    “At first,” he agreed, remembering how tight she’d felt. “But you got used to me.”
    Color bloomed in her cheeks. “I didn’t mean thatway.” She closed her eyes and shook her head as if this conversation was almost more than she could bear. “I mean the whole thing was too much. I’m not used to making love like that.”
    “I sure as hell hope not,” Justin said.
    Her eyes popped open. “And I didn’t think it all the way through, the ramifications to the children.”
    Confused as the dickens, Justin put his hand on her shoulder. “Amy, what are you talking about? Last night had nothing to do with the kids.”
    Her gaze of distress slid away from his. “Well, I didn’t think about sleeping arrangements and how the children would feel about finding us in the same bed.”
    “Wouldn’t that be normal for a married couple?”
    “If we were a normal married couple,” she said. “But we’re not. And I started thinking about what we’ll do when the two-year trial period is over and if you leave how much it will hurt the kids.”
    But not her. Justin fought the stinging sensation he felt in his chest. He swallowed the bitter taste of regret. “Sounds like morning-after remorse.”
    “Some,” she admitted.
    “I can move out if that will make it easier,” he said, thinking it would make life a damn sight easier for him.
    Her eyes widened in fear. “The children.”
    He remembered and nodded at the bottom line. “It’s okay. I won’t leave before the custody issuesare resolved,” he said, wondering if it would kill him. “We’ll just stay out of each other’s way.”
    She moved her head in an uncertain, helpless circle, but said nothing.
    Justin wondered where he could find a pair of blinders so he wouldn’t see her twenty times a day. And earplugs so he wouldn’t hear her voice. And a clothespin for his nose so he wouldn’t catch her scent at odd moments. He wondered how to wipe out the memory of how she’d felt in his arms and tasted in his mouth. He