Whispered Promises by Brenda Jackson Page A

these days.”
    She lifted a brow. “Oh? And what game is Clayton playing?”
    â€œPatch-up. For some reason he thinks all our marriage needs is patching up. I tried telling him it’s beyond repair, but he won’t believe me.”
    â€œI see,” she replied softly. Although she knew he was telling the truth, his words had hurt. “Where’s Jordan?” She glanced around the room. “Hasn’t Ms. Logan returned yet?”
    Dex nodded. “She brought Jordan home around five o’clock. I gave her a bath then put her to bed a few minutes ago. She wanted to see you after her bath so we sneaked into your room. She gave you a good-night kiss.”
    Caitlin frowned. “I must have really been sacked out. I don’t remember the two of you coming into my bedroom.”
    I certainly do, Dex thought as his mind conjured up the image of Caitlin lying in bed. She had removed the black dress she’d worn to the funeral and was sleeping atop the covers in a sexy black teddy. His eyes had devoured her long smooth, shapely legs, her small waist, the fullness of her curvaceous hips and the firmness of her breasts.
    No longer did she have the figure of a young girl, but possessed the enticing shape of a woman. All of which he knew had come about as a result of giving birth to their child. He hadn’t wanted to want her, but he had. He had felt a throbbing ache within him so keen that he’d been tempted to remove her scanty clothing and run his hand over her body, reacquainting himself with it. Jordan’s presence had been the only thing that had prevented him from doing just that. His desire for Caitlin hadn’t changed. The past four years hadn’t been able to erase that. If anything, the years had sharpened his hunger and desire for her.
    â€œDid Clayton get a chance to look at the divorce papers?”
    Caitlin’s question brought Dex’s mind back to the present. He closed his eyes momentarily in an overwhelming sense of relief. His wayward thoughts were destined to get him in trouble. “Yes,” he replied.
    She turned to stare at him. “And?”
    Dex shrugged. “We don’t have to go into this tonight, Caitlin. You’ve been through enough for one day. Let’s just wait until tomorrow to—”
    â€œNo, Dex. I’d like to know now.”
    Dex’s eyes narrowed like dark slits. “Why the rush?” he asked harshly. “Is there someone waiting for you in Fort Worth that you’re anxious to get back to?”
    â€œOf course not.”
    Dex eyed her speculatively to determine the truth of her answer. The thought that she might be involved with someone else made his guts twist into knots. “Since the issue of our marital status isn’t a pressing concern tonight, let’s discuss it tomorrow. Good-night, Caitlin.” He stared at her for another second before turning and mounting the stairs two at a time.
    Hours later Dex was still wide awake, his body was consumed with anger. Forcing air out of his lungs, mounting fury stole its way over his body. He closed his eyes in an attempt to stop it.
    In frustration, he snatched his eyes back open. All he could see when he had closed them was Caitlin in another man’s arms, being touched by him, being kissed by him and being caressed…
    He gritted his teeth. “Calm down, man. No woman is worth this much trouble, this much pain.”
    He turned his head toward the window. The full moon’s glow was shining through and illuminated the room in a pale luster of light. A sudden shiver ran through his tall frame as memories flooded his mind. There had also been a full moon in the sky on their wedding night. A night that had been full of so much joy, love and promises.
    During the midnight hour and early morning he’d awakened and had reached out for Caitlin. Again and again she’d come to him willingly, satisfying him more than any woman