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the couple sit down, the wife asks him who the woman is andhe tells her it’s his mistress. The wife is furious and she wants a divorce, but then the husband explains that if she divorces him, gone is the winter cabin in Aspen and the house in St. Thomas, no more shopping sprees in Boca, and so on.”
    Smirking, he turned Noir around to face her. “So the joke ends that the wife shuts up about getting a divorce, and then when they see a couple next to them in the restaurant and the man is kissing a woman they know is not his wife, the woman asks who the woman is, and the husband says it’s the man’s mistress.”
    A long pause ensued for effect.
    At last he gave the punch line. Slowly he said, “So then the wife comments, ‘Well, our mistress is prettier.’”
    Kirsten rode silently on, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. The joke was awful, but it certainly told of a woman more interested in her shopping sprees in Boca than her son.
    â€œSo you see,” he said, turning Noir around and continuing the rocky trail heavenward, “sometimes divorce is much more honest.”
    They rode for a long time, each in their own thoughts.
    Wanting to break the silence, she finally said,“Hey, do you want to see where I saw the grizzly by Blue Rock Creek?”
    He turned and nodded.
    They took the fork in the trail that led to the creek.
    Once there, she dismounted and haltered Sterling. Seth did the same.
    â€œI think it’s downstream from here. Do you still want to see? It might be a bit of a hike.” She looked up at him.
    Without her heels on, she suddenly realized how tall he was. He towered over her. Intimidated enough by his brooding dark looks and penetrating stare, she had no need for a reminder that he was physically much stronger than she was.
    â€œNo problem for me, but it’s rocky—that okay with you?”
    She laughed. “Hey, this is my childhood haunt. I could do it blindfolded.”
    â€œThen show me.”
    She took a second look at him to be sure it was what he wanted, then she wandered along the creek edge until weeds choked her path and she was forced to walk in the creek.
    He followed, his cowboy boots sloshing along behind her.
    â€œIt’s not far, I don’t think.” She chewed onher lower lip. “It’s been a while, though.” She walked another few steps. Beyond was the clearing of soapberries that had once hidden the mother grizzly bear and her two cubs.
    â€œThere it is. I was standing over there—” She turned to the other bank and her leather-soled cowboy boot slid on a mossy stone. She went flying.
    A steely arm went around her waist, catching her.
    She looked up, wanting only to give Seth a gratifying glance before stepping out of his arms, but he wouldn’t let go. She stood there staring up at him. There was nothing around them but silence. Even the crickets, it seemed, were holding their breath.
    â€œIs our mistress going to be prettier?” he asked, looking down at her, cynicism like a poison in his voice.
    She locked gazes with him, devastated yet strangely thrilled at the same time. His arm was like a prison, and his eyes pinned her to the ground. His words stung and promised at the same time. He implied marriage and commitment, all the while assuring her of deception and heartache.
    Her pulse beat a staccato in her throat, her lips grew dry and she licked them—just as she haddone when doused with table sugar. The water rushing at their feet now became deafening.
    â€œThere won’t be any mistresses in my marriage. I promise you.” Her voice was thick with emotion.
    He arched one jet-black eyebrow. “What’s to stop them?” His own words grew husky. “This?” he whispered right before he crushed her to him and captured her lips with his.
    The kiss was molten lava. Almost more than she could bear. It had been months since she’d been kissed by a man