She brought her hand out from behind her and dangled his handcuffs in front of him. “I want you contrite. I want you shackled.” Her eyes darkened to a stormy green. “But most of all, I want you mine.”
EPILOGUE
RINA STRETCHED her feet out in front of her in the first-class cabin. She toed off the new designer sandals she hadn’t needed to buy and lifted the glass of Perrier the flight attendant had given her prior to takeoff. As she took a sip of the bottled water, she wondered why regular tap water was something the wealthy disdained, along with honesty and frank talk. Thank God, she was going home.
Mixed emotions flooded her at the thought of returning to New York and the mausoleum of an apartment she’d left behind. Though she’d never admit it to her know-it-all older brother, he was right. The place was a palace and it had only been her home when Richard was there, filling it with warmth. Now the penthouse was as cold as her husband’s body.
Rina shivered but refused to shy away from the truth. After all, this trip had been as much about recovery as self-discovery. She pulled a sheet of paper from her purse. “Number one, list penthouse with Realtor,” she wrote. Satisfaction replaced the yawning emptiness. She’d taken the first step toward a new life.
Just like her brother had, thanks to her. When she’d hired Brianne Nelson as Jake’s physical therapist, she’d hoped she’d be giving them both a summer of fun.
She’d been down that foolish road once before, when she’d met Richard. But since his accident, the blinders were off. Only fate knew how long two people would have together, which was why she was grateful her plan for her brother and Brianne had worked. They were waiting for Rina’s return to get married, and she knew without a doubt her brother had chosen right this time.
As for herself, Rina had done a lot of soul searching while she was gone. The money Richard had left her would keep her in luxury for the rest of her life, but what would keep her happy and sane?
Living off Richard’s wealth and sitting idle would lead to boredom, and that would kill her. Her parents had instilled a strong work ethic in their kids. Because he’d seemed to want a stay-at-home wife, Rina had complied-and enjoyed it in the beginning. But boredom had set in and, thanks to the fact that she didn’t need to work, she’d begun talking about starting a new career. Before she married, Rina had always wanted to write, but because freelancing articles for magazines wouldn’t pay the bills, and her job left her too tired at night, she’d never made the attempt. Richard had humored her talk of writing, treating it as a whim that would pass. He’d never taken her seriously. Not since he’d swept her off her feet, out of his office and into his bed.
She had adored him. But she wondered what kind of future they would have had once she let him see how tired she’d grown of doing nothing except waiting for him to come home. Guilt swamped her at the traitorous thought, at the admission that her marriage hadn’t been the blissful state she’d pretended it to be. But she forced herself to acknowledge that, much as he’d loved her, too, he hadn’t understood her. How could he when they’d come from two different worlds?
Then again, didn’t all men and women come at life from different perspectives? she wondered, thinking of Brianne and Jake. Rina flipped her paper over and started making notes, her pen moving quickly over the page. Question: What did men want? Answer: A woman. Question: What kind of woman?
In short, Rina wondered, what turned a man on? Excitement grew inside her, and she knew she had the makings of her first story. But first she’d have to do the research…
CARLY PHILLIPS
