Diluted Desire by Desiree Day Page B

want?  Clint with another lady?” she muttered.  “I think I made a mistake.”
     

Chapter 15
     
    Clint and Trevor sat inside Sugah Cakes at one of the bistro tables absent-mindedly watching the passers-by.  Sugah Cakes had closed an hour ago and they had the place to themselves. 
    Trevor took a big bite of his slice of Hummingbird Cake.  “I don’t know how you can work around this all day and not blow up.”
    “That’s because I know restraint and I exercise,” he said flexing his biceps and Trevor snickered.  “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t think that restraint applies to Larkin,” he said.  His brother had made him a silent partner in his affair.  Every time Clint was with Larkin, he always told Violet that he was sleeping at his place.
    Clint wearily rubbed his hand over his face.  Ever since the Halloween party he had been seeing Larkin once or twice a week, with sex being the main objective.  They did it everywhere, in his truck, her truck, the kitchen, the bathroom, and once even in a dressing room.  Larkin constantly took pictures of them to capture their time together.  “Yeah, that situation is getting out of control.  I don’t love her, but being with her is showing me what’s missing from my marriage.”
    “What are you going to do?” Trevor asked, then took a big gulp of milk.
    “I really would like to spend some time with Violet and talk, really talk.  I want to know why she’s been acting the way she’s been acting.  I don’t want to make any major decisions without giving us a chance.”
    “Get away for the weekend.  Why don’t you go away for Thanksgiving?” Trevor suggested.
    “That’s a good idea.”
    “But don’t you ever, ever admit to the affair,” Trevor advised. 
    “Oh, I won’t, believe that! I did that one time, I won’t do that again.”
     
    Violet wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist and rested her head on his broad back.  “Thank you,” she said, then kissed his shoulder blade. 
    “For what babe?”
    “For suggesting this trip, this is exactly what I needed.”
    Clint had booked a suite for them at the Atlantis in the Bahamas.  They had only been there for two days, but already it was like their honeymoon all over again.  Even though it was Thanksgiving weekend the resort was crowded and the weather perfect.  So far they had swam with the stingrays, hang glided and did some parasailing. 
    They were standing in front of their window looking at the Caribbean Sea. 
    Clint grabbed Violet’s hands and pulled her around so that she faced him.  “This is what
we
needed,” he said before kissing her deeply, Violet melted against him, savoring her husband. 
    “I love you so much,” Violet said passionately.
    “Love you too babe.”
    “Sit down, let’s talk,” Violet suggested.
    “Sure.”  They made themselves comfortable on the couch.  “Whassup?” Clint asked.
    Violet took a nervous breath.  “I’m sorry for being such a bitch—”
    “It’s okay.”
    “No, it’s not, I was stressed out from work and the stress made me say and do things that weren’t nice.  I’m sorry.”
    “Like I said it’s okay.”
    “I think that we should go to counseling.  I need to work on some issues,” she admitted and Clint’s eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting this.  The Violet that he knew would never show a weakness.
    “Yeah, um, I would like that, we can start in January,” he said happily.
    “You know what
I
would like?” Violet asked.
    “No, what?” 
    “I would like for you to make love to me,” Violet said shyly and Clint wanted to give a fist pump, instead he grinned.  They hadn’t made love in a while and while they were in the Caribbean they hadn’t done anything either.  Both had been tiptoeing around each other, neither wanting to break the delicate bond they were slowly rebuilding with one another. 
    “Oh baby.”  He stood up and held his hand out to her.  They hurried to the bedroom, but