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Summary: The secrecy of their marriage is taking its toll on Lee. Can he find a way to bring their marriage out into the open, before its too late? This is our sequel to "A Day in the Park."

In chapter one, we allow one of our favorite characters to die, but we assure you, its only temporary.

Author’s Notes: First and foremost, thanks so much to Sybil for stepping in and Beta reading for us.

Timeframe: Post Fourth Season - after the series ended. Their marriage is still a secret
Chapter 1

Lee’s eyes jerked open as he felt his breath shortening due to the heavy weight pressing against his chest. Lifting his head with an agent’s caution to determine the exact cause of his discomfort, he quickly relaxed, and smiled warmly. Amanda, his wife of almost a year, was draped across his chest sleeping peacefully. Wrapping his index finger around one of her dark brown curls, he inhaled the aroma of flowers that flowed from her hair. With a quick glance at the clock that rested on his nightstand, regret overwhelmed his contentment. ‘Already six o’clock.’

The previous evening had been the first time in weeks that they had been able to share an entire night together as man and wife. They had enjoyed each other’s bodies, slowly and thoroughly, without worrying about what time it was, or whether they needed to be somewhere.

Amanda shifted lightly against him and, as her hair tickled his neck, her hand slid across his warm thigh, causing a soft moan of pleasure to escape his lips. Afraid he had awakened her with his slight touch, he lifted his head to make sure her eyes were still closed.

Seeing her dark lashes resting against the contrast of her pale skin made him wish that it were still dark outside. He could hold her like this for a lifetime. He could live out the rest of his life, content in seclusion, just the two of them, hidden away from the outside world forever. The soft click of the clock’s hands reminded Lee that it was time for them to get out of bed and head into the office. "Amanda."

Amanda’s body shifted yet again at his soft whisper of her name. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she snuggled closer, attempting to deny that it was time to get up.

A soft chuckle rumbled in Lee’s chest. One thing he had learned about his new wife was that unless she had to get up and get the boys going, or there was a real reason to rise early, she enjoyed sleeping in late, and cuddling together in bed. Lifting his left hand, he began to gently stroke the dark curls he had earlier teased. "Come on, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine."

Amanda opened her right eye at his playful tone and smiled wickedly to herself. She had been awake since his first movement that morning, but had remained still and silent. He knew that she enjoyed the quiet moments they shared on rare occasions like this and that she didn’t want it to end anymore than he did. Realizing that it was time to prepare for work, she couldn’t help but feel that she needed a little more motivation to become "fully" awake.

Lee closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillow as he felt her soft mouth trailing tender kisses against the bare skin of his chest. His body relaxed as she moved downward in small even circles. "Mmmm…Amanda."

She didn’t look up at his passion-filled face when he whispered her name between low moans of pleasure, but continued her task, until he grasped her shoulders and pulled her up to face him. "No fair."

In response, Amanda placed her lips over his, taking them both to the land of pleasure, before preparing for their day ahead.

Breakfast had consisted of coffee, toast, and sweet kisses. Regretfully, the shower they had shared after breakfast had been quick due to their lengthy stay in bed earlier that morning. Completely dressed and prepared for work, the couple joined hands and headed out of the apartment to face their day together.

Lee opened the car door for his wife, his eyes never leaving hers as he lost himself in the depths of her soul once more. In that moment, his finely-tuned guard against the evil that filled the world dropped, and he was unaware of the man standing a car length away. Lowering his head, he gently took his wife’s lips with his own and kissed her with the same passion that had delayed their departure for work.

It wasn’t until the next instant, when he felt her body lurch forward against his, that his mind registered the sharp report of a gun firing.

With her limp body in his arms, his eyes snapped around to locate from where the shot had been fired. Grabbing his gun with his left hand, his right still supporting Amanda’s weight, his years as an agent came into play as he fired off three shots, efficiently killing the man who had been making his getaway down the street.

Fear engulfed him as he felt a warm substance begin to ooze through the sleeve of his shirt. His gun dropped to the pavement simultaneously with his knees. Amanda’s body now swayed back and forth with his motions as he pressed her against his chest.

Time seemed to stand still as he looked into the lifeless eyes that were still open wide in shock. His fingers refused to move and search for a pulse; his voice didn’t scream out for help. Instead, he was lost in her eyes. He knew she was gone. He had felt the emotional connection between them break as soon as the gunfire had registered in his mind. "Dear God, please don’t take her from me. I love you, Amanda Stetson." His words were mere whispers, meant only to be heard by Amanda and the higher being. He could feel the presence of others around him. The sounds of people urging him to allow them to take her echoed in the back of his mind, but he sat there, holding her—waiting for an answer from God.


Lee bolted from the bed, his feet hitting the soft carpet as he worked frantically to clear the stinging sweat from his eyes so he could see his surroundings more clearly. Shaking his head in an attempt to come back to reality, he looked down at his hands. Finding them free of the dark, sticky harbinger of death began to ease his panic, and when his gaze caught the subtle signs that his wife had been next to him the night before, he finally felt his heart begin to slow.

Sitting heavily back onto the mattress, he continued to rub the sleep from his unshaven face, as memories of Amanda’s midnight exit came back to him. He had all but pleaded with her to stay, knowing in reality that she couldn’t. She had to take Jamie to an eight o’clock eye doctor’s appointment.

After a moment, he stood and made his way into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror above the sink, he sighed wearily at the dark circles under his eyes. In years past, they had come from too much drinking or too many late nights with Debbie, Lindsay, Barbie, or whoever had been the woman of the week. Now, however, they were a result of his inability to sleep without his wife by his side.

The nightmare, which had ripped him violently from sleep, had been occurring more and more often. Some days, he found himself having the dream with his eyes wide open, staring at the woman he loved more than life itself. He had told her, when she’d ask where his mind had been, that he was simply concentrating on a case, or he had given her some other excuse, but he was aware that before long, he would have to discuss the dreams with her. Amanda was his wife. Why was he having difficulty telling her the truth? The problem: what was he going to tell her?

After splashing cold water on his face to finish the waking process, he grabbed a towel from the rack behind the door and headed for the living room. ‘Yeah, Stetson. What are you going to tell her? Amanda…I know your family needs you and that I’m the one who came up with this crazy idea to have this damn secret marriage, but I need you to stay with me at night. Smooth, Lee, real smooth.’ Dropping the towel on the couch, he proceeded toward the kitchen to start the coffee his body so badly needed.

"You’re being selfish, Stetson," he muttered aloud as he began the task of scooping coffee grounds into the filter. "You’re not some little boy anymore. You’ve got a woman who loves you and would do anything for you, but you have to share her." Blinking, he looked down at the coffeepot he was talking to and snorted in disgust. ‘Get your act together, Stetson. Talk to her, not some damn inanimate object!’

Later that morning, Amanda stood over her desk in the Q-Bureau, arranging the fresh flowers she had brought with her that morning in their vase. She paused momentarily as she heard the soft click of the doorknob turning. Smiling as she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw his familiar silhouette, she took a step towards the opening door. "Good morning, Scarecrow."

Amanda sucked in her breath as Lee lunged towards her, and took her body into his arms with a surprising grip. Pushing slightly against his chest with her hands, trying to make room so that she could breathe properly, she titled her head back to look at his clean-shaven face. "Miss me?"

Lee brought his right hand from her waist to the back of her head and pulled her closer. "Yes."

Amanda pushed on his chest a little harder to get his attention. "Lee, I can’t breathe."

Hearing the slight agitation in her voice, he loosened his tight hold and looked down at her sparkling eyes. "Sorry, I just can’t get enough of you."

Pulling out of his embrace, Amanda took a step towards the office door. "Think we should keep this closed to unwanted eyes and ears?"

Lee shrugged his shoulders as he headed for his desk. "I guess."

Amanda stopped in her tracks at the sound of indifference in her husband’s voice. Turning worried eyes toward Lee, she asked, the concern evident in her voice, "Lee, is something bothering you? That’s the third time this week you’ve hugged me in something close to a death grip. What’s wrong?" Seeing her husband’s slumped shoulders, a frown crossed her lips. "And while I’m asking questions…why do you look at me every morning like you haven’t seen me in ages? It’s almost like you don’t expect me to be here."

Lee kept his eyes averted from hers. "I…I just miss you so much when you’re not in my arms when I wake up," he replied, concentrating on some files that were stacked on his desk.

Amanda watched him closely. She could tell something was bothering him, but knew he would open up in his own time. Quietly, she walked over to his desk and moved to stand next to him. Placing her right hand gently on his shoulder, she whispered, "Lee, I’m sorry I had to leave…you know I would’ve stayed if I could have." Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her head against his rigid back. "If Jamie hadn’t had to go to the doctor’s…"

The warmth of her hand on his back brought him from the morbid thoughts of the cold corpse he had clung to in his nightmare. Turning to pull her against the front of him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her body. Something in the way she touched him always reminded him of what a lucky man he was, and her eyes held such love and compassion. His stomach did its ceremonious flip-flop as he inhaled the fragrance from her hair. Pulling back slightly to look down at her pondering eyes, he again captured her lips with his own.

Once the kiss had ended, Amanda placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed back in order to gain eye contact. A bit breathless, she said, "Well, now. If missing me gets me kisses like that, I’ll have to leave a lot earlier from now on."

Horror flashed across Lee’s face, and Amanda immediately regretted her teasing words. "Lee? I was only kidding." She looked longingly into his eyes. "You know I hate leaving you in the middle of the night, and how much I miss waking up in your arms."

Letting go of Amanda, he raked his left hand through his hair, and turned to face the window. Swallowing the angst that began to fill his throat, he put his emotions back under Scarecrow’s control. "I know that, Amanda. It’s just…"

At that moment, they heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and quickly moved apart. Amanda paused, before heading to her desk, and looked seriously towards her husband. "This discussion isn’t over. I want to know exactly what’s bothering you."

As she headed back to her desk, Billy entered through the partially open door. "Good morning, Amanda, Lee."

"Good morning, Sir," Amanda replied in her usual cheerful voice.

Certain that his worries were well hidden behind his "agent" mask, he turned to meet their boss with a bright smile. "What brings you up to the Q-Bureau this morning, Billy?"

Billy looked from one agent to the other. He knew that he had, once again, interrupted something. He was getting tired of them trying to hide whatever relationship they had. He had already told them he approved, and he knew something serious was going on between two of his best operatives. Hoping that they would come to him when they were good and ready, he decided to get down to business. "Lee, I need you and Amanda to go talk to your ‘family.’ Word on the street is that Isaac Petronoff has resurfaced."

Lee’s eyes widened as realization of Billy’s words struck home. Taking a few steps towards his boss, he waved his hands in exasperation. "What? Isaac Petronoff’s back in the country? How did that happen?"

Billy put a hand up to stop him. "I didn’t say he was. We’ve heard rumors that he is, and I figured some of your family might be able to confirm, or deny the rumors."

Amanda looked up at the creases of worry that now formed on her husband’s face. "Who’s Isaac Petronoff?"

Lee shifted his attention from his superior to his partner. "He’s one of Russia’s top arms dealers. He’s known in certain circles as ‘the Rack.’" When he saw Amanda’s eyebrows raise in question, he explained, "Anyone he’s ever captured, who lived to tell about it, claims they felt like they’d been put on the rack when he questioned them. From what I understand, it’s not a pleasant experience."

Billy nodded. "Official reports say he’s still rotting in a Turkish prison, but we can’t be too careful. I want you two on this immediately."

Lee was about to say that he could talk to his family alone, but Amanda quickly replied, "Not a problem, Sir. Lee and I will get right on this."

"Great. I expect a report by the end of the day," Billy ordered, then turned and left the room.

"Amanda…" Lee started to protest.

Before he could get another word out, Amanda had crossed the room and now stood in front of him. "Don’t even think about suggesting that I stay here. You’ve got bags under your eyes, it’s clear that you haven’t had a good nights sleep in over a week, and on top of that, I know something is bothering you. I will not let you go out there alone, trusted family, or not."

Lee knew he wasn’t going to win this one, so he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Okay."

"Good, and tonight, you and I will spend some time, alone, at your place, and you will tell me what’s bothering you." Amanda turned on her heels before he could open his mouth, walked to her desk, grabbed her purse, and was just outside the door, standing in the hallway, before she uttered, "Coming, Scarecrow?"

Lee shook his head; he knew there was a reason he loved that woman.

They spent the day traveling the city, talking to several of Lee’s informants. Amanda had ended up doing most of the questioning, while Lee had maintained a stiff stance at each location, paying more attention to his surroundings than his contacts. Lee had felt that the nightmare had a real chance of coming true in situations like this, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

Arriving back at the office later that afternoon, with a number of confirmed reports that Petronoff was still in prison, Lee headed up the stairs to the Q-Bureau, while Amanda got into the elevator and headed down to tell Mr. Melrose what they had found.

As the elevator descended the levels to their boss’ office, she thought over the day’s events. Amanda was sure that Lee’s family members could sense that something was wrong, but they knew better than to question their friend. Only Rhonda had made a comment to Amanda, after Lee almost pummeled a poor homeless man to death. Lee’s eyes had targeted the slinking figure the minute he’d come into view. Amanda had been busy asking Rhonda about Isaac Petronoff, and neither one had seen Lee pounce on the defenseless man until it was almost too late. Both Amanda and Rhonda had run to aid the poor vagrant, and it took a good minute or so for Rhonda’s screaming, "Lee get off of Fred, he’s harmless," to penetrate through Lee’s mental state. Lee had apologized profusely to the man, who cowered behind Rhonda as she led him inside the garage. As they were leaving, Rhonda had pulled Amanda aside and asked what was wrong. Amanda had replied, "I don’t know, but I intend to find out. I’m sorry about Fred." Rhonda had wished her luck, and Amanda had simply nodded before joining Lee in his car.

As she exited through the now-open elevator doors, she shook her head at the memory. She had decided to leave that whole incident out of her report to Mr. Melrose.

Once inside the Q-Bureau, Lee headed over and sat down at his desk, waiting for Amanda to return. He knew that she had only volunteered to report to Billy, alone, so that he wouldn’t have to explain the incident with Fred back at Rhonda’s garage. As he sat at his desk, he began to brood over the day’s events. ‘I have to tell her the truth. I have to tell her about the nightmares. I can’t have another day like today. There’s no way that I’m going to convince her to come out of the field, and I don’t want her to.’ He looked over at her desk. ‘Why did I ever think up the idea of this secret marriage in the first place? Yeah, sure, it was partially due to Khai and his family. But maybe that was more of an excuse, than a real reason. Truth be told, I was scared.’ He stood and moved to look out the window.

He realized that he’d been gushing about buying a new house, playing softball in the backyard with the boys, and raising horses right before they had met with Khai that morning. Khai’s situation had forced him to see reality. ‘I wanted Amanda to be my wife, but I don’t think I was ready for the responsibilities that came with being a part of a family.’ Sure he cared about Amanda’s sons, his stepsons, but at that time he hadn’t been ready to become a permanent fixture in their lives. ‘I know now, that being part of a family starts with love, and maybe, if I’d known that a year ago, I wouldn’t be in this mess.’

Moving back to his desk, he sat down again, his eyes returning to his wife’s section of the office. ‘I think I also wanted to prove to myself that I was ready to make a lifelong commitment to one woman.’ He thought back to their wedding day, ‘I should have realized then, when we stood in the office of the Justice of the Peace and said, "I do," that this whole "secret marriage" idea was a mistake. Then, on our honeymoon, seeing Amanda lying in that hospital bed, I knew, without a doubt, that I couldn’t live without her.’

He had come close, that night in the hospital, to telling Dotty the truth, but stopped himself. She’d had her own grief and worry to deal with, and he hadn’t felt the need to add to those thoughts questions about why her daughter would run off and get married without telling her.

Maybe it was time to tell the truth. Maybe coming clean, acting like a husband and wife, and waking up together would be enough to stop the nightmares. He no longer felt insecure about being a family man. He had spent the last year getting to really know Phillip and Jamie. They were his family, and not just because of his marital bonds. He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he never heard Amanda approach the Q-Bureau.

A few minutes earlier, Amanda had returned from the Bullpen. Rather than disturb him, she had decided to silently watch her husband’s actions from the doorway. Over the years, she had learned how to tell when Lee was hiding something from her. This was definitely one of those times; she was convinced that he was holding something back. She had also learned that getting him to open up to her took time. If she rushed him—he'd run. Tonight, one way or another, she was determined to find out what was bothering him.

The soft flicker of the candles matched the softness he now saw in his wife's eyes. Bringing his glass of wine to his lips, he thought, once again, about how to tell her of his fears. Leaning against the mantel of the fireplace, Lee looked over at his wife. "Amanda."

Amanda smiled warmly at him. For the last fifteen minutes, she had been watching him pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, waiting for him to decide to speak. "Yes?"

Looking down at his now empty glass, he raised it towards her. "Want a refill?"

With her understanding smile still firmly in place, she shook her head no. "I'm fine." Patting the empty space beside her, she asked, "Why don't you come over and sit beside me?"

Twirling the goblet between his thumb and index finger, he glanced over at her, then back to his empty glass. "You know that I love you," he asked a bit self-consciously.

Amanda stood and closed the distance between them. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind, she laid her head against his back. "I love you, too. What's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, Lee placed his goblet on the mantel, then turned and took her hands in his. As he looked at the delicate fingers that brought him so much pleasure, he realized the childishness of hiding his fears from her. She had brought down all of the walls that he had assembled during his life, and he'd be damned if he’d allow them to go back up. Turning to face her, he began to pull her towards the couch. "We need to talk." Sitting down, he waited until they were cuddled in each other’s arms before trying to decide where to begin.

Amanda remained quiet, wrapped in his loving arms, waiting for him to speak first. They sat quietly for several minutes, holding each other, before Lee's deep voice broke the silence. "I'm scared."

Amanda's fingers caressed his chest as she listened to his heart beat increase with his words. "Scared about what?"

Lee's fingers entwined themselves with the soft curls that draped across her shoulders as he thought about his dream. "Of losing you."

Amanda eased her head out from under his chin and looked up at his glistening eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Sweetheart."

Looking down into the trusting eyes of his wife, his mind flooded with images from his nightmare, visions of her lifeless body, limp in his arms. "We don't know that."

Amanda straightened to sit up as she felt his arms tighten around her. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave you."

Placing his hand on the back of her head, he gently pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "Not willingly."

Amanda's eyebrows furrowed at his statement. She knew that he’d had fears like these, right after she had been shot in California, but she thought he had gotten past those six months ago. "If this is about our honeymoon, Lee…"

Lee silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Let me say what I have to say, before I lose my nerve, okay?"

Smiling against his finger, Amanda allowed him to pull her body back into his protective cocoon. Lee closed his eyes as he continued to stroke her hair. Feeling her against him, being this close to her, gave him the courage he needed to tell her about his nightmares. "Do you remember when we saw Francine in the park last summer, and we came back here and talked about coming ‘clean?’"

Amanda nodded against his chest, remaining quiet. Lee looked over at the flicker of the candle seemed to grow less and less bright with each passing moment. "I told you that I wasn't ready for us to let the world know that we were married and you said you understood. I told you that our first priority was to protect Phillip and Jamie the best we could, and continuing to keep the marriage a secret was the best way to do that?"

She tried to pull back slightly to look at his face, but he responded by pulling her closer to him and holding her tightly. Lee let the next words come out as a whisper. "I was lying to both of us."

Amanda tried with a little more force to pull back this time, and succeeded. "What?"

Lee brought his left hand to her face, rubbing her check with his thumb. "Even after eight months of being a part of your family, I didn't think I was ready to become a public husband, father, or son-in-law. Not only was I thinking about the safety of our family, but I was also thinking of my own emotional safety. If they didn't know, I couldn't fail."

Tilting her head to the side, Amanda slowly nodded that she was beginning to understand. Lee wrapped his arm around her legs and pulled her body so that she was sitting in his lap. "I was afraid that I would fail as a father, husband, son…" Amanda began to protest, but he stopped her with a half-smile and another finger to her lips. "Let me finish. I let my own fears take over my heart. After I shared this past Christmas at your house, I knew I’d made a mistake. I wanted…" He took a deep breath, then let the words rapidly spill out before he lost his nerve. "No, I knew then that I needed to become a part of your life, as well as a full-time part of our family. I needed for us all to be a family."

Leaning his head back against the couch, he looked up at the ceiling lost in thought, until he felt Amanda's cool fingers touch his cheek. As he lifted his head, his uncertain eyes locked with hers, finding them filled with love. It was all he needed to continue. "On Christmas Eve, you came back here to give me my special present…well, when you left to return home," he paused and smiled briefly, before remembering how the night had really ended. Frowning, he spoke the next words softly, "Well, I had the first nightmare about losing you."

A look of surprise crossed her face, but in response, she took his right hand in hers and gently squeezed, encouraging him to continue. "It only happened one time that week, and I dismissed it as a flashback from California. Then, as the weeks went by, they started coming more and more often, and now they're constant…to the point where I even have visions of holding your lifeless body in my arms when I'm awake."

Looking up to see a single tear at the edge of Lee's eye, she wiped it away with her fingers. "I'm still here, Lee."

Lee's serious expression softened as a lopsided smile found his lips. "I know, you're here now…" The sad expression returned to his face. "But in my nightmares, you’re shot…" Lee stopped as he felt her body stiffened in his arms. His next words were slow and full of pain. "You’re shot, and I feel our special bond vanish, even before I look down at you. I know you're gone. I know instantly that you've died in my arms…and I know that I wasn't able to protect you." He paused, yet, again, demanding himself to continue and keep his tears at bay. "I was alone again. Not only had I lost what made my life worth living, but I’d lost my family too. Jamie and Phillip would never know that you were my wife…that they were my sons—"

Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes as she listened to the fear, anger, and sense of loss in his voice. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I didn't want to be selfish. When you stay with me all night, and I wake up with you in my arms in the morning, I don’t have them. I don’t seem to have them when I leave you after we spend some time together at your house, either. It’s only when you leave me alone, in my apartment, after we’ve been together, that I have them. I knew if I told you that, you’d try to stay with me more, and that wouldn't be fair to you, your mother, or the boys. I'm a grown man, Amanda. I should be able to handle my own fears."

Amanda loved the man before her more than life itself, but with his words of confession, she felt her love for him grow stronger. "Lee, you don't have to handle your emotions all by yourself now. I'm your wife, your partner…I'm part of you now. I’m here to help you, and I want to help you. I love you."

Lee shrugged his shoulders and looked at her with the expression of a child lost in a world of pain and suffering.

Amanda locked eyes with her husband, seeing a pain there that she had never seen in another human. "We need to tell my family and the Agency, Lee. There’s no point in both of us suffering from something that we can fix." Moving closer to him, she placed a tender kiss on his lips.

Tasting the salt on her lips from her tears, Lee pulled back and looked at the amazing woman before him. "We've waited so long. It's going to be hard, Amanda. There are going to be hurt feelings and…"

Amanda brought her lips back to his, and this time, initiated a passionate kiss that mingled love and trust, with his fear and pain. Pulling away because of the need for air, she smiled warmly. "They love you as much as I do, Lee. True, its not going to be easy, but together, we can do anything. I think we have proved that to each other over the years, don't you?"

Lee forcefully pulled her to him as his fears began to subside from his body. "Yes, ‘Manda. We can do anything."

Amanda wiggled out of his embrace and stood. "I’ll be right back. I need to make a phone call."

Lee stood to follow her, not understanding what could be so important that she had to leave him. "Who are you calling?" he asked in a voice mixed with apprehension and curiosity.

Amanda smiled mischievously at the uncertain man that paced behind her. "You'll see." Picking up the receiver and dialing the familiar number, she waited for someone on the other end to pickup. "Hello, Mother…I'm fine…Yes, he's fine, too. Look, could you watch the boys tonight? I want to stay here with Lee…Thanks, I'll tell him…I love you, too…Bye." Amanda hung up the phone and turned to look at her husband's shocked expression.

"Amanda, you didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did." She took a few steps forward and extended her hand to him. He accepted as she led him towards the bedroom. "These nightmares have been troubling you and we need to get rid of them. Besides, we've got a lot of making up to do as man and wife, and I don't want to wait another night to start."

Lee followed her lead, but paused at the entrance to their bedroom. Looking back at the candle that had flickered dimly earlier in the evening, he saw that it now burned brightly, filling the living room with a warm glow; the same warmth he felt in his own body. As he closed the door to their bedroom, he looked to the bed to see that his wife, now clad only in her underclothes, was lying across the bed waiting for him.

It took only two of his long strides before he was at her side. Leaning down, he whispered seductively, "I love you, Mrs. Stetson."

Amanda’s fingers began to quickly unbutton his shirt as his mouth found her skin. "I love you, too, Mr. Stetson, and tomorrow, we're going to start a new chapter in our lives together."
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