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Nick's eyes go wide with shock. "What?
Katherine, that is ridiculous! You know precisely why I married you."
Katherine's emerald eyes harden.
"Why?"
"Because I love you!" he says, sputtering
a touch before the words come out. "You know that, Katherine. I'm shocked
that you doubt it. And frankly, I don't think the thought would have crossed
your mind if it weren't for Andrew and his ridiculous allegations."
He can see the flare of doubt in
Katherine begin to ease as quickly as it rose. She folds her hands on the
table in front of her.
"And we've discussed my business
before, too," he adds. "I hold a spot on Willis Advertising's board, as
you know since that's where we met!" He stops, allowing the point to sink
in, and then a knowing look spreads over his face. "Ahh ... Is this about
the joint account?"
She closes her eyes as she swept
up in concentration. Seconds later, they open slowly and she begins to
shake her head. "No, no."
"Are you sure? That money went into
a solid investment, Katherine, you know that much. I have the papers if
you'd like to see them."
She lifts a palm. "No, I don't need
to. I wouldn't understand them anyway."
"All right." Nick's shoulders drop
and he picks up the wine glass again. "I don't want you doubting me. If
you can't believe that I love you ..."
"I do believe it," she says quickly.
Her lips part but then no words come. She raises a hand to her forehead.
"I'm sorry. So much has happened lately. I feel as though Andrew is slipping
away for good and it's making me feel crazy--I'm sorry."
Nick drains the last of his wine.
"You don't need to apologize. I'm worried about you. Andrew has been so
determined to make you believe these horrible things about me -- God knows
why -- that he's practically made you sick."
Katherine has acquired a glazed appearance
and her gaze does not move as she snakes her fingers around her glass.
"I couldn't help myself the other night. He was frustrating me so terribly
-- suddenly I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to be as angry with
me as I was with him."
"That's understandable," Nick says,
reaching a hand across the table to hold one of hers. "How about we don't
talk about Andrew for the rest of the night? Let's put all of this aside
and focus on having a good time. I haven't seen you smile nearly enough
lately."
Her eyes lift to meet his. "Deal."
"How about a dance?"
"I'd be delighted," Katherine says.
Nick moves to help her out of her seat.
Still, as he leads her to the dance
floor, she is unable to banish the things that Andrew, Brent, and Maggie
said on the night of the fire. And one question remains ... but she knows
that she will not ask it tonight.
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