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love that you two are so...romantic." She said it as though my wanting to do something nice for Laney was quaint.
    "Did you finish the updates to the sketches for the Hotel Alexandra project?" I didn't want to discuss Laney with Benny. I knew how it would go. Benny was one of those women who said she was one of the guys. But she made sure you always knew she wasn't one of the guys. And right now I couldn't concentrate with her watching me, swinging her legs back and forth, flashing that smile I knew my workshop mates Jonas and Morten had called saucy. Saucy because she made you feel like she'd stripped you naked without even removing a single piece of clothing, like she should see past all your defenses. She was the sort of woman you could fuck if you wanted and pretend you could go back to being friends. Because that's what the cool girls did. At least, that's what Laney used to tell me. Because she said she'd been one of those women. 
    I stole another glance at Benny. She'd hopped off the table and was now peering down at the table top and the unfurled prints of the ideas for the hotel renovation we'd presented for a project bid.  She leaned forward, the tops of her breasts suddenly exposed. I felt my mouth going dry. I looked away. I didn't want her. I knew I didn't. I wanted my wife. But...no, this was just a rough patch. Benny was not the one I wanted to hold.
    I wanted Laney.
    I wanted her to want me again.
     
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE: Laney
    Is This It?
    I was tempting fate, wearing this dress. It was the dress I'd worn for him so many years ago. I'd found it at the back of my closet, wrapped in tissue paper and safely hidden away in a garment bag. I'd pulled it out for nostalgia's sake. I could still remember when I'd found it in Eddy's boutique. I'd imagined an entire history for this wisp of a dress. And when I wore it that first time, I'd felt as beautiful as the dress—delicate, a little mysterious. What I couldn't believe was that it still fit. Two pregnancies had changed my body. My hips were a little wider now and my breasts heavier, but the dress still skimmed my curves and the Laney I saw in the mirror was...desirable, maybe even beautiful. I turned to see how it looked from the back—was that my ass? It looked like a peach waiting to be devoured—a J-Lo ass...a Beyon cé ass...how could that be my ass? Or was chasing after a four-year-old and a seven-month-old better exercise than all the jogging I used to do? I smiled at my reflection—I almost looked like the old me. I almost felt like the old me—getting excited to see Mads, knowing that in a few hours we could be making love and we wouldn't be interrupted by toddlers waking up and wanting snacks or four-year-olds who suddenly remember they want to tell us what Bobbi Fox had to say today... I would have Mads to myself again, even if it was only for one night.
    Sasha, Anton and Ingrid's eldest daughter, was doing babysitting duty. She'd already charmed Liv into taking a bath—no mean feat since my little charmer didn't mind being covered in mud or sweat—and changing into a nightshirt. Now she was reading to Liv and Freya—thankfully she'd managed to convince Liv that What Does the Fox Say was all well and good but Cat in the Hat was much more fun. Sasha had come by earlier so that I could go to the salon and get the full package—hair cut and pretty much full-body wax maintenance. I hadn't done any of that since Freya was born. She was not a calm baby, though now she was being the perfect little cherub, sitting in Sasha's lap, clapping along with the sing-song rhythm of Sasha's voice as she kept both girls enthralled with what the Cat would do next.
    I slipped into a pair of the come-fuck-me heels I hadn't worn since the beginning of my pregnancy. Just putting them on made me feel like suddenly I was sexy and wanton. I practiced walking in them, remember Eddy's advice from when we were teenagers—swing your hips, don't stalk...that's the