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LYNNE
“Why does he call you Duchess?” Connor asked.
I shrugged. The truth was that I hadn't a clue. “It’s not meant as flattery, or any kind of term of endearment. I used to think he called all of his women ‘Duchess’—it was easier than trying to remember all of our names. It’s like the guy who names all of his dogs Rover rather than have to keep reminding himself of his new dog’s name,” I said.
“Do you think he still loves you?”
I laughed aloud at the thought. “Darcy wouldn’t recognize love if it walked up and slapped him in the face!” I said. “Darcy knows lust. He and lust are longtime cellmates. But love? Nope—they’re complete strangers.”
“Did you ever love him?” Connor wanted to know.
“I thought I did when I married him. Then one morning I woke up and realized it was just a ba
