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Harker closed his computer and stood, stretching. He was exhausted. After he and Alison had finished eating, they’d both gone back to work. It was well past midnight.
He left the room and headed down the hallway toward his bedroom. It was going to seem like forever before the weekend arrived. The best thing he could do was pretend like it was a month ago. He’d lived almost a year lusting after her in secret, he could handle a few more days. He just had to forget that she was his bride and she now belonged to him. Mind over matter. Stick to his routine. He flipped on his bedroom light. “Son of a bitch.”
Alison was sleeping in his bed as if she belonged there. She did belong there. She was his wife. He had the right to crawl into bed and wake her with kisses on her neck, her lips
