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256 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 1995
"Michelle thought it was my idea." "Michelle is all too prone to jumping to conclusions, you know that. I certainly didn't intend to lay any blame on you. But I thought you might not relish-" He hesitated, his hands moving on the steering wheel as he took a bend in the road. "- Being known as your discarded wife?" she finished for him. She actually saw him wince as they passed a bright orange streetlight, and felt a shameful spurt of pleasure in his discomfort. "The one you traded in for a younger model?"

"No," Max said in a strange voice. "Not about that. It was the lovemaking that was a lie."
Her voice rose a fraction. "He said he loved me! He said you'd never been in love with him, anyway. And you were so cold and distant you'd hardly notice that he'd gone-" "Really?" Was that what he'd thought? "I didn't exactly-" Max interjected.
Max raked a hand into his hair. "No," he said. "I thought I did, God forgive me. You're a beautiful, talented young woman, Kate, and for a while I let that dazzle me. First it was blind emotion, and then ... I'm afraid it was partly a sense of indebtedness, because you'd ... given your heart and. .. and yourself to me. Don't ever think I took that lightly... I'm very aware of what it meant to you."

