As We Lay

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Indianapolis architect Breck Lawson has just received the call of her career: Eric Warren, a prominent property manager, is considering her to design a multicultural center in Boston. It’s a break that could launch Breck into the who’s who of the architectural world. But soon it’s clear that Eric is offering more than just a business deal. As she develops a friendship with the married man, which eventually turns into something deeper, Breck reassures herself that she’s content to remain “the other woman.” But ...

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Overview

Indianapolis architect Breck Lawson has just received the call of her career: Eric Warren, a prominent property manager, is considering her to design a multicultural center in Boston. It’s a break that could launch Breck into the who’s who of the architectural world. But soon it’s clear that Eric is offering more than just a business deal. As she develops a friendship with the married man, which eventually turns into something deeper, Breck reassures herself that she’s content to remain “the other woman.” But after a tragic accident, she learns that the survival of Eric’s child, Darius, and the well-being of Eric’s wife, Gaby, depend entirely on her–and her willingness to share the truth. But the revelation could destroy her reputation, her business, and the lives of two families. Now Breck must decide if she has what it takes to put it all on the line.

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“A hit in every way . . . quality woman’s fiction.”—QBR: The Black Book Review

“Enjoyable . . . a modern romance—full of great sex and plenty of conflict.”—Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly
Passion and heartbreak challenge an independent Indiana woman in Johnson's (Dream in Color) latest. Breck Lawson, an "attractive, headstrong, twenty-six-year-old African-American" architect, is struggling to keep her new business afloat until she wins a lucrative contract to design a convention center outside Boston. Eric Warren, a partner in the firm that hires her, charms her first over the phone: he's confident, insightful and not threatened by her success-but he's married. They keep their desires in check for a while, but eventually become lovers. The project's success creates new business opportunities, and Breck moves close to Boston with her colleague and confidante, sexy Chi Tanaka, and expands into retail with a small but profitable coffeehouse. Despite close calls, Eric and Breck keep their relationship under wraps until Breck becomes pregnant. The new baby brings happiness and hardship; Eric plays a part-time father to two families. The romance blooms and fades amid heavy-handed prose and speechified dialogue ("I don't think the problem is that I can't love two women. The problem is that I can't have two women," Eric says. "Society doesn't accept it, so that makes me an awful person"). When Breck finally ends the relationship, Eric makes an about-face and decides to leave his wife. Tragedy intervenes, but so close to the end of the novel that only a few dozen pages are devoted to its aftermath. A modern romance-full of great sex and plenty of conflict-Johnson's novel is an autumn beach book: enjoyable if not memorable. (Nov.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345510709
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/24/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 1,065,860
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Darlene Johnson is the author of Dream in Color. She is employed in information technology for the financial industry and lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, with her two sons.

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Chapter One


The workplace attire in the small, three- person office Breck leased each month was business casual or whatever you happened to put your hands on that morning. When it came to style, Breck was the worst. Most mornings she strolled into the office wearing the jeans she had thrown over her bedroom chaise the night before. Her secretary, Tachi Tanaka, Chi for short, was the fashionable one. Her name was pronounced “Kie”; however, most people who only saw it written said “She.” Whether or not Chi corrected them was determined by their importance. “It’s not worth the breath,” she explained to Breck one day when her name was called for a table at a restaurant.

Chi was blessed with the type of beauty and petite frame that always made her look good no matter what she wore. She had both women and men falling all over her and throwing credit cards and gifts at her just to take her out. She accepted the gifts, of course, but it was only the women she was interested in. She never deceived the men about her sexual preference, but most of them still vied for the chance to be the one to “convert” her. The ones with the largest egos insisted that after one night with them she would never look at a woman again.

Even with her flawless beauty, Chi was extremely self- conscious about her breasts, or lack thereof. So she took a two-week vacation and had the problem rectified. “What Mother Nature didn’t give me, Dr. Anderson did,” Chi sang as she pulled her shirt tight around her enlarged bosoms.

Breck hired Chi straight out of junior college, where she’d received an associate’s degree in business administration, but the only thing the school had prepared her for was a high-level administrative-assistant position. Chi knew how to use all of the office software programs, write business letters, and run an office efficiently, thus making her perfect for the position. The initial interview lasted over six hours; she and Breck ended up leaving the office together and headed to a local martini club for a drink.

The third person in the office was the part-time CAD specialist, Jonathan Franks. By day Jonathan was a computer opera- tor. He’d taken the extra job to support a wife and three kids. He worked nights during the first part of the week, and Breck hardly saw him. The only evidence that he even existed was the computer-image file he left for her.

breck sat in her office overlooking the canal. Every time the phone rang, her pulse hammered until Chi verified it was not the call she was hoping for. Was Eric Warren ever going to call her back? It had been nearly a month since he’d phoned her after she had been recommended to him by one of her other clients. Breck had spoken with him briefly then about designing a convention center in Mansfield, Massachusetts. His voice sounded formidable as he questioned her about her previous work. Nothing she had done in the past was on the scale of what he wanted. But she had convinced Mr. Warren to look at her designs, and he had invited her to visit him and his partner, Stephen Peterson, to go over the ideas for the center and see the actual building site. Naturally, Breck had accepted. She would have been a fool not to.

Breck had flown to Boston and shown up at the Warren & Peterson Property Management office dressed in a brand-new Donna Karan business suit, only to be greeted by Eric Warren’s fashionable secretary, Gloria, with the news that he had been called away on an emergency and would not be able to make it. Stephen Peterson would accompany her to the site and answer any questions. Gloria escorted her to Mr. Peterson’s office.

The contemporary interior decorating coupled with an impeccable view of Boston Harbor made the Warren & Peterson offices extraordinary. You could see the ocean from all the east-wing offices. The firm was located on the top floor of a downtown Boston tower, where each employee enjoyed the luxury of a private office. The staff was kept small, which accounted for the vast wealth racked up by the two partners.

Breck waited for almost thirty minutes outside Stephen Peterson’s office. Occasionally his secretary would glance up apologetically as she sorted through the barrage of mail dumped on her desk. The wooden nameplate on her desk read “Amy Snow,” prominently scribed in gold-plated lettering. Several times Breck had to stand up to keep the sweat from staining the underside of her skirt. Finally Ms. Snow took an incoming call and announced that Mr. Peterson was ready to see her.

Peeling the back of her thighs from the leather chair, Breck stood up and flattened the wrinkles in her skirt with the palm of her hand before the secretary escorted her through the oak double doors.

“Have a seat, Ms. Larson.” Stephen Peterson motioned her to the chair in front of his impressive oak desk. As she walked across the thick mauve carpet, his eyes remained fixed on the computer monitor on the left corner of his desk. He was more than six feet tall, with a protruding midsection that revealed that his after hours were not spent in a corporate gym. She sighed when she saw she would have to do battle with yet another leather chair. She sat and placed her portfolio case next to her.

Stephen Peterson still did not look up. Breck folded her arms across her chest and looked around the uptight office. The sun streamed through the large windows and bounced off his bald head. In the center of each impeccably papered wall hung paintings by contemporary artists in frames that probably cost as much as the artwork itself. A collection of miniature bronze and copper statues was displayed on the oak file cabinet behind his desk.

“I’ll be right with you,” he mumbled, seeming reluctant to draw his attention away from the computer screen. After several minutes he finally swerved his chair to the center of the desk. “Eric’s been called away on an emergency,” he said, repeating what Gloria had already told her. He reached inside a desk drawer, pulled out a massive folder, and flopped it on top of the desk. “He asked that I see you get all the information you need when you visit the site. Gloria will be accompanying you and should be able to answer most of your questions. If not, perhaps you can find the answer in this.” He pushed the folder toward her and settled back in his chair, waiting for her to respond.

“You won’t be joining us?” she asked. If he wasn’t taking her, then why in the hell was she still here?

“This is Eric’s project,” he said, throwing up his hands and waving them as if the whole thing were a big inconvenience. “Gloria knows what Eric wants done more than I do, so I’m handing you off to her.”

Getting rid of me sounds more like it, Breck thought as she flipped through the papers of building specifications and zoning requirements. “When is Mr. Warren due back?” she asked, hoping that he would at least be available to talk with her before she returned to Indianapolis.

“It’s hard to say at this time, but it’s very doubtful he’ll return before you leave.”

Breck sighed and tried desperately not to lose her cool. She’d spent over a thousand dollars on her suit and canceled several appointments to travel to Boston, only to be put off and discarded.

“Excuse me,” he announced, reaching across his desk and picking up the telephone. He pressed three buttons and waited. “Gloria, are you ready to join Ms. Larson?” he asked, spinning his chair to look at the panoramic view of Boston Harbor. “Wonderful. She’ll be waiting for you in my lobby.” He turned to face her again before replacing the handset.

That was her cue. Not only was the bastard not taking her to the site, but he’d just politely kicked her out of his office. And not a moment too soon, she reasoned, standing and tucking the portfolio case underneath her arm. “Where should I leave this?” she asked.

“What is it?”

“My portfolio.”

“Give it to Gloria,” he said, then returned to his computer. He didn’t even bother to say good-bye.

Breck eyed him, biting back the urge to snap at him for his callous demeanor. She turned and quickly exited the office before she lost her cool. Gloria was approaching her in the foyer from the opposite corridor.

“Are you ready?” Gloria asked, slipping her arms through the sleeves of a thin sweater.

“Yes, but I don’t want to lug this around with me,” Breck said, holding up the giant case.

“Are those your designs?”

“Yes.”

“We can leave those in Mr. Warren’s office. He’ll want to look at them.” She headed back down the corridor, with Breck following close behind.

Another set of double oak doors was on the opposite end of the corridor. Breck assumed this was Eric Warren’s section. Like Amy’s desk, Gloria’s desk was placed a few feet in front of the doors. Anyone wanting to see these gentlemen would first have to get by their gatekeepers. Gloria opened her desk and pulled out a large set of keys, rifling through them until she found the one that unlocked the office.

Eric Warren’s office smelled of wood polish. Breck stood in the doorway feeling as though walking into his office would somehow invade his space.

“I’ll take that.” Gloria took the portfolio case and walked across the plush carpet toward the enormous oak desk. As evidenced by the carpet, Mr. Warren hadn’t been in the office that day. The triangular designs left by the cleaning staff’s vacuum were still fresh on the carpet. Each time Gloria lifted her foot, a pointy-toed shoe print remained. From the doorway Breck noted that in contrast to his partner’s office, Mr. Warren’s had friendly pieces of childish artwork framed on the walls—handprints and what appeared to be a child’s first attempt with paint and a paintbrush.

“Interesting artwork,” Breck said, smiling. At least one of the Warren & Peterson partners seemed like an empathetic human being. “Mr. Warren is a family man,” Gloria said, placing the portfolio case on the desk. “His son made the paintings, and his wife decorated the office.” She rejoined Breck and locked the door.

“So, what is he like?” Breck asked as they headed to the elevator. Even the elevator door was oak-paneled.

“Nothing like him. Believe me.” Gloria motioned her head toward Stephen Peterson’s area.

“That’s good to know.” The two ladies took the company’s limousine and driver to the Mansfield site, where they met with Martin Stone and his partner, Brian Ramsey, who owned the construction company responsible for building on the empty lot. It turned out that the two men were longtime friends of Eric Warren’s and Mansfield was the small community they were all raised in. Over lunch Breck learned that the convention center would be part of a broader community-revitalization project. Warren & Peterson owned most of the vacant buildings and old homes in Mansfield, with Eric having the controlling interest. Their motive didn’t seem to be making money since most of the sales were well below market value.

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First Chapter

One

The workplace attire in the small, three- person office Breck leased each month was business casual or whatever you happened to put your hands on that morning. When it came to style, Breck was the worst. Most mornings she strolled into the office wearing the jeans she had thrown over her bedroom chaise the night before. Her secretary, Tachi Tanaka, Chi for short, was the fashionable one. Her name was pronounced "Kie"; however, most people who only saw it written said "She." Whether or not Chi corrected them was determined by their importance. "It's not worth the breath," she explained to Breck one day when her name was called for a table at a restaurant.

Chi was blessed with the type of beauty and petite frame that always made her look good no matter what she wore. She had both women and men falling all over her and throwing credit cards and gifts at her just to take her out. She accepted the gifts, of course, but it was only the women she was interested in. She never deceived the men about her sexual preference, but most of them still vied for the chance to be the one to "convert" her. The ones with the largest egos insisted that after one night with them she would never look at a woman again.

Even with her flawless beauty, Chi was extremely self- conscious about her breasts, or lack thereof. So she took a two-week vacation and had the problem rectified. "What Mother Nature didn't give me, Dr. Anderson did," Chi sang as she pulled her shirt tight around her enlarged bosoms.

Breck hired Chi straight out of junior college, where she'd received an associate's degree in business administration, but the only thing the school had prepared her for wasa high-level administrative-assistant position. Chi knew how to use all of the office software programs, write business letters, and run an office efficiently, thus making her perfect for the position. The initial interview lasted over six hours; she and Breck ended up leaving the office together and headed to a local martini club for a drink.

The third person in the office was the part-time CAD specialist, Jonathan Franks. By day Jonathan was a computer opera- tor. He'd taken the extra job to support a wife and three kids. He worked nights during the first part of the week, and Breck hardly saw him. The only evidence that he even existed was the computer-image file he left for her.

breck sat in her office overlooking the canal. Every time the phone rang, her pulse hammered until Chi verified it was not the call she was hoping for. Was Eric Warren ever going to call her back? It had been nearly a month since he'd phoned her after she had been recommended to him by one of her other clients. Breck had spoken with him briefly then about designing a convention center in Mansfield, Massachusetts. His voice sounded formidable as he questioned her about her previous work. Nothing she had done in the past was on the scale of what he wanted. But she had convinced Mr. Warren to look at her designs, and he had invited her to visit him and his partner, Stephen Peterson, to go over the ideas for the center and see the actual building site. Naturally, Breck had accepted. She would have been a fool not to.

Breck had flown to Boston and shown up at the Warren & Peterson Property Management office dressed in a brand-new Donna Karan business suit, only to be greeted by Eric Warren's fashionable secretary, Gloria, with the news that he had been called away on an emergency and would not be able to make it. Stephen Peterson would accompany her to the site and answer any questions. Gloria escorted her to Mr. Peterson's office.

The contemporary interior decorating coupled with an impeccable view of Boston Harbor made the Warren & Peterson offices extraordinary. You could see the ocean from all the east-wing offices. The firm was located on the top floor of a downtown Boston tower, where each employee enjoyed the luxury of a private office. The staff was kept small, which accounted for the vast wealth racked up by the two partners.

Breck waited for almost thirty minutes outside Stephen Peterson's office. Occasionally his secretary would glance up apologetically as she sorted through the barrage of mail dumped on her desk. The wooden nameplate on her desk read "Amy Snow," prominently scribed in gold-plated lettering. Several times Breck had to stand up to keep the sweat from staining the underside of her skirt. Finally Ms. Snow took an incoming call and announced that Mr. Peterson was ready to see her.

Peeling the back of her thighs from the leather chair, Breck stood up and flattened the wrinkles in her skirt with the palm of her hand before the secretary escorted her through the oak double doors.

"Have a seat, Ms. Larson." Stephen Peterson motioned her to the chair in front of his impressive oak desk. As she walked across the thick mauve carpet, his eyes remained fixed on the computer monitor on the left corner of his desk. He was more than six feet tall, with a protruding midsection that revealed that his after hours were not spent in a corporate gym. She sighed when she saw she would have to do battle with yet another leather chair. She sat and placed her portfolio case next to her.

Stephen Peterson still did not look up. Breck folded her arms across her chest and looked around the uptight office. The sun streamed through the large windows and bounced off his bald head. In the center of each impeccably papered wall hung paintings by contemporary artists in frames that probably cost as much as the artwork itself. A collection of miniature bronze and copper statues was displayed on the oak file cabinet behind his desk.

"I'll be right with you," he mumbled, seeming reluctant to draw his attention away from the computer screen. After several minutes he finally swerved his chair to the center of the desk. "Eric's been called away on an emergency," he said, repeating what Gloria had already told her. He reached inside a desk drawer, pulled out a massive folder, and flopped it on top of the desk. "He asked that I see you get all the information you need when you visit the site. Gloria will be accompanying you and should be able to answer most of your questions. If not, perhaps you can find the answer in this." He pushed the folder toward her and settled back in his chair, waiting for her to respond.

"You won't be joining us?" she asked. If he wasn't taking her, then why in the hell was she still here?

"This is Eric's project," he said, throwing up his hands and waving them as if the whole thing were a big inconvenience. "Gloria knows what Eric wants done more than I do, so I'm handing you off to her."

Getting rid of me sounds more like it, Breck thought as she flipped through the papers of building specifications and zoning requirements. "When is Mr. Warren due back?" she asked, hoping that he would at least be available to talk with her before she returned to Indianapolis.

"It's hard to say at this time, but it's very doubtful he'll return before you leave."

Breck sighed and tried desperately not to lose her cool. She'd spent over a thousand dollars on her suit and canceled several appointments to travel to Boston, only to be put off and discarded.

"Excuse me," he announced, reaching across his desk and picking up the telephone. He pressed three buttons and waited. "Gloria, are you ready to join Ms. Larson?" he asked, spinning his chair to look at the panoramic view of Boston Harbor. "Wonderful. She'll be waiting for you in my lobby." He turned to face her again before replacing the handset.

That was her cue. Not only was the bastard not taking her to the site, but he'd just politely kicked her out of his office. And not a moment too soon, she reasoned, standing and tucking the portfolio case underneath her arm. "Where should I leave this?" she asked.

"What is it?"

"My portfolio."

"Give it to Gloria," he said, then returned to his computer. He didn't even bother to say good-bye.

Breck eyed him, biting back the urge to snap at him for his callous demeanor. She turned and quickly exited the office before she lost her cool. Gloria was approaching her in the foyer from the opposite corridor.

"Are you ready?" Gloria asked, slipping her arms through the sleeves of a thin sweater.

"Yes, but I don't want to lug this around with me," Breck said, holding up the giant case.

"Are those your designs?"

"Yes."

"We can leave those in Mr. Warren's office. He'll want to look at them." She headed back down the corridor, with Breck following close behind.

Another set of double oak doors was on the opposite end of the corridor. Breck assumed this was Eric Warren's section. Like Amy's desk, Gloria's desk was placed a few feet in front of the doors. Anyone wanting to see these gentlemen would first have to get by their gatekeepers. Gloria opened her desk and pulled out a large set of keys, rifling through them until she found the one that unlocked the office.

Eric Warren's office smelled of wood polish. Breck stood in the doorway feeling as though walking into his office would somehow invade his space.

"I'll take that." Gloria took the portfolio case and walked across the plush carpet toward the enormous oak desk. As evidenced by the carpet, Mr. Warren hadn't been in the office that day. The triangular designs left by the cleaning staff's vacuum were still fresh on the carpet. Each time Gloria lifted her foot, a pointy-toed shoe print remained. From the doorway Breck noted that in contrast to his partner's office, Mr. Warren's had friendly pieces of childish artwork framed on the walls—handprints and what appeared to be a child's first attempt with paint and a paintbrush.

"Interesting artwork," Breck said, smiling. At least one of the Warren & Peterson partners seemed like an empathetic human being. "Mr. Warren is a family man," Gloria said, placing the portfolio case on the desk. "His son made the paintings, and his wife decorated the office." She rejoined Breck and locked the door.

"So, what is he like?" Breck asked as they headed to the elevator. Even the elevator door was oak-paneled.

"Nothing like him. Believe me." Gloria motioned her head toward Stephen Peterson's area.

"That's good to know." The two ladies took the company's limousine and driver to the Mansfield site, where they met with Martin Stone and his partner, Brian Ramsey, who owned the construction company responsible for building on the empty lot. It turned out that the two men were longtime friends of Eric Warren's and Mansfield was the small community they were all raised in. Over lunch Breck learned that the convention center would be part of a broader community-revitalization project. Warren & Peterson owned most of the vacant buildings and old homes in Mansfield, with Eric having the controlling interest. Their motive didn't seem to be making money since most of the sales were well below market value.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2012

    :))

    I loved reading this..i gave a friend this book and she never gave it back..so now i have to buy it from my Nook smh

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2010

    very good book

    this book was amazing at first i didnt get into the book but after reading more i couldnt even put the book down thats how good it was. i recommend this book to everybody

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  • Posted August 3, 2009

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    TRY HONESTY

    I LOVED READING THIS BOOK. I WAS SURPISED BY SOME OF IT, AND THEN I WAS SHOCKED BY THE REST. WHY CAN'T WE AS HUMANS BE HONEST WITH FIRST OURSELVES, AND SECOND, THOSE THAT ARE AROUND US? IF YOU FIND YOURSELF NO LONGER HAPPY IN YOUR MARRAIGE OR RELATIONSHIP, WHY NOT SAY THAT AND THEN KEEP IT MOVING. I RATHER HURT FROM YOU BEING HONEST WITH ME, THAN WITH YOU LYING TO ME OR ME FINDING OUT YOU HAVE BEEN LYING. BRECK AND ERIC SHOULD HAVE TOLD THE TRUTH ABOUT HOW THEY WERE FEELING TOWARDS EACH OTHER AND I BELIEVE THEY COULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER IN THE END. I RECOMMEND THIS BOOK FOR READING.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2005

    Love Conquers All

    Some may find this book to be offensive due to moral values but I believe you can't control who you love. When Breck and Eric took their relationship to the next level my heart was pounding with joy. With Breck, Eric could be himself and in my opinion theres no better love than love that allows one to be free. The love they shared was genuine.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2004

    Something to think about

    THIS BOOK WAS VERY TOUCHING MADE ME SHED A TEAR. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT ADULTERY IS WRONG AND THIS BOOK SHOWS THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR THIS ACTION. I WOULD RECOMMEND THIS TO EVERYONE.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2004

    Outrageous!!!!

    This book was very good, happy, sad, filled with JUICE!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2004

    A Great book

    This book was very good. There are no words to say but infidelity is not right. But it's all on you if you decide to cheat. But you should be fair to your mate, and let them know how you are feeling.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2003

    Infidelity is not O.K.

    I have to admit that I like the author's writing style. Even great story line. Infidelity does happen. BUT I couldn't get past trying to justify adultery. Being a married woman myself, this is not something you want to read, but at the same time, you can see why the affair happened. All affairs don't happen because one spouse stopped loving the other spouse. Eric the main male character stilled loved his wife Gaby, but she didn't share his feelings of trying to better and fix up the forgetten community he grew up in. But, Breck his lover did. At any rate the affair took place with Eric saying he loved both women equally but differently. Life is all about choices, rather good or bad, but we all make choices that we have to deal with in life. I look at it like this, if the lover knows about the wife or husband, why can't the wife or husband know about the lover? If the lover choose to share, why can't the one who is being cheated on, have the same choice. Why, because the cheater want's to have their cake and eat it. Who wins in an affair? Is it worth it? Communication is the key to any good marriage,if you don't have it, why stay in the marriage? Why make the problem bigger with an affair? The choices we make in life. I would have given the book a much higher star rating if it wasn't focused so much on trying to justify infidelity, and the not so clear ending.

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