Dexie had lived with Luke long enough to know exactly what kind of man he was.

If he was being affectionate now, it wasn’t out of love,just his usual brand of calculated games.

She had no interest in playing along.

But Regina, sitting across the table, didn’t know that. Her imagination ran wild.

Dexie’s different… because she’s his wife.

Even with his so-called mysophobia, that explained everything.

They kiss, share a bed… so of course, there’s nothing strange about him eating ...