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Delaney stared at the door for only a moment before she dumped her briefcase on the floor and reached for the handle.

But something inside her paused.

Could it be?

Her fingers curled against her palm.

No. Couldn’t be, she assured herself firmly and reached for the handle and turned it. She pushed the door inward, but couldn’t make herself take a step into the bedroom to save her soul.

Sam was sitting again on the foot of the bed. Hunched forward, muscles clearly defined under a satin layer of bronze skin. His arms were braced on his thighs, hands loose, relaxed, between. She met his unreadable dark eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” she said baldly. As if the words could make it so.

He merely quirked an eyebrow. “There’s a surprise.”

“What do you hope to gain by this pretense? It’s so easily disproved.”

“Then go ahead and do that, Delaney. Disprove it. You’ll need to before you pledge your troth to Do-Wright.”

“Leave Chad out of this.”

“Why? Seems he’s officially part of the threesome now.” His voice was mocking. “Like it or not, Delaney, you are—” his jaw tightened “—my wife.”

“I’ve got the papers that say otherwise!”

“Really. Well, I’ve got the papers that say the action was dismissed because of incomplete paperwork.”

“I had an attorney, Sam. He wouldn’t have made a mistake like that.”

He rose and it was like watching something dangerous uncoil. “Hope you don’t depend on him too often, then.” He slid open a drawer in his bureau and pulled out a thick manila envelope. “Read it and weep, darlin’.” He held it out to her.

She didn’t believe him. He was playing some sort of game for reasons known only to him.

Yet she found herself walking into his bedroom—not a smart place to be in the best of circumstances—to take the envelope.

“Takes only one paper to get married, but takes a stack two inches thick to get unmarried.”

She ignored his black comment as she unfastened the metal tab holding the envelope closed and slid out the contents. The same contents that were in the same size envelope her attorney had mailed her a year ago.

Only, you were such a basket case, you put the envelope in the closet without ever looking at it.

She rested the papers on Sam’s bureau. Her chest ached from the hard beat of her heart and she had to stare hard, read twice, to make sense of the cover letter.

And when she did, the bottom of her stomach seemed to drop out.

The judge had dismissed the petition because the filing had not been properly completed.

“Dismissed on a technicality,” Sam murmured behind her. “Seen it happen time and again in criminal cases.”

Delaney thrust back her hair and read the letter again. But of course the contents hadn’t magically changed just because she was on the verge of losing it.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“When? During our weekly telephone chats?”

Her lips tightened. Until that evening she hadn’t spoken with Sam since the day he’d moved out of their apartment. “You could have called.”

“You’re the one who filed, Delaney,” he reminded, and his even, reasonable tone set her teeth on edge. “Not me. When the time period the judge gave to correct the omissions passed and nothing happened, I figured that was your decision, too. Hope you didn’t pay your lawyer too much, though. Not that you’d miss it, with the Townsend family bank account at your disposal, but—”

“Stop it.” She whirled around to face him, managing to scatter the papers across the smooth wood surface. If she had used the Townsend attorney, none of this would be happening now. But she’d been determined to keep the matter in her control, and look at the results.

“Suppose you want to call Do-Wright.”

She started. Chad. The furthest person from her mind. “We’re still married.”

“Yeah.”

“We’re still married.”

“Are you shooting for the say-it-three-times-and-click-your-heels thing? It’s not going to change things, and there’s no Good Witch on Turnabout who can wave a magic wand.”

“How nice you find this amusing, Sam. What if I’d—”

“Already walked the white carpet with Do-Wright?” The corner of his lip lifted. “Would have put an interesting title behind your name. Might have caused some curiosity with your colleagues. Bigamy—”

“Stop!” She launched herself at him, pushing at his chest. Some part of her sane self watched on in horror. “Can’t you take anything seriously for once?”

He’d barely swayed from her attack. “I take plenty of things seriously,” he assured. “Just not you marrying Chad Wright. What the hell were you thinking, Delaney? He gives bland new meaning. He’ll bore you to tears.”

“He’s not boring, he’s calm.”

“He’s a wimp and you’ll walk all over him.”

“We’re in perfect accord with our plans.”

“Which include what? Working side by side seventy hours of the week? Hell, baby, you already did that without being married to him.”

She mentally dragged herself back from being drawn further into a verbal battle. “There’s no point in rehashing the past.”

“Particularly when there was never any initial hashing.”

“We communicated,” she defended.

“We argued and we made love. Two things we did supremely well.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “Can you say the same about Do-Wright?”

She felt the flush rise in her cheeks and damned the fact that it had more to do with the way he looked at her than anything else. “I’ve already said that Chad and I aren’t lovers. I refuse to let you beat me over the head with that.”