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she pointed out.
    Finn’s expression darkened with annoyance. “That was different.”
    â€œHow exactly?”
    â€œJust different! ” Her normally articulate husband came to an abrupt halt, his gaze sliding uncomfortably from hers.
    To Emily these signs of evasion were condemning. Oh, hell! Up to this point she hadn’t really thought he was sleeping with Maeve—not deep down.
    â€œYou can’t deny you see more of her than you do me!” Could I sound more childish if I tried?
    â€œBesides being Adam’s mother, the woman is my marketing director, of course I spend time with her! You knew that situation wasn’t going to alter when you married me.”
    â€œSure, you laid down the rules, as usual,” she observed belligerently.
    â€œMaybe I just enjoy Maeve’s company more?” Finn suggested, the maverick pulse in his lean left cheek working overtime.
    â€œAnd maybe I’ve got tired of playing the understanding wife to your selfish husband!” she flung back.
    â€œMy enjoyment of her company could have something to do with the fact Maeve doesn’t expect me to account for my movements in minute detail.”
    The gross unfairness of this remark took Emily’s breath away. She’d shown the tolerance of a saint!
    â€œTrying to take an interest in what your partner does is not jealousy.”
    â€œYou just asked me whether I was sleeping with my ex-wife,” he reminded her dryly. “What would you call that?” Finn raked a hand through his thick glossy dark hair; the gesture was one of intense weariness. “Maeve isn’t the problem here, your pathological jealousy and lack of self-esteem is.”
    â€œI had oodles of self-esteem before I married you! What are you doing…?” She quavered in alarm as her husband began to unzip the jeans he was wearing.
    â€œWhat does it look like?” he asked kicking off his soiled trainers.
    Emily’s breath snagged in her throat as his jeans followed the same route. Parts of her that shouldn’t started to tingle. Even seething with hot resentment just looking at Finn’s lean, bronzed body could turn her bones to water. She watched as he shed his shirt and selected some fresh clothes from the concealed storage cupboards lining the wall.
    Clad in a pair of boxers, he turned. Emily took one look into his smoldering eyes and realized even before her gaze dropped that the sexual tension had not been a one-way thing.
    â€œWhat have you got on under that thing?” he demanded in a raw voice that made her quivering stomach muscles spasm.

Chapter Four
    Emily gasped audibly and looked away, but not before Finn had seen the soft unfocused sensual glaze slide into her wide, liquid-brown eyes. He smiled.
    â€œYou think sex solves everything!” she accused hoarsely.
    An inherently honest person, Emily was forced to concede that her own attitude might have contributed more than a little to his assumption! The problem was, no matter how unreasonable Finn might be, or how mad he made her, when he touched her she was lost. Finn had come along with his sinful smile and wicked laughing eyes and a sensual side of her nature that she’d been blissfully ignorant of had hungrily awoken.
    â€œIt’s as good a place to start as any,” Finn drawled languidly.
    â€œWhat sort of insensitive idiot would even think about making love at a time like this?” Emily wondered scathingly.
    â€œThe sort of insensitive idiot you fell in love with and married, and if I—being the injured party here—am prepared to forgive and forget…”
    â€œYour generosity is astounding.”
    Finn grinned appreciatively at her sarcastic riposte.
    It had been one of the great delights in his life to discover the restrained, shy, wide-eyed schoolteacher he’d fallen for at first sight possessed a sharp tongue, a clever wit, and a passionate warm nature. Far from being scared