“You’ve always made good coffee.”

“Thanks.” He stroked the back of her hand.

This time his warmth trickled through her and the ice around her heart softened. This was the caring man she’d fallen in love with.

“But I wasn’t talking about the coffee. I meant this evening’s been nice. Normal. Like it used to be.” He kissed her hand. “I’ve missed us.”

The memory of his betrayal kicked in and suddenly the man kissing her wasn’t her Nick. Her desire flatlined. “That’s not my fault.”

Nick sucked in his lips. “I didn’t say it was.”

Libby remembered Alice’s comment that Nick was doing everything she’d asked of him to prove himself. She heard her twin saying, “cheap shot, Libs,” but it wasn’t enough to halt the march of her indignation.

“Do you miss sex?” she asked.

“Of course I do.”

Accept his words. But the next question was already burning the back of her throat and leaping across her lips. “With her or with me?”

His eyes widened in confusion. “What? With you. Of course with you.”

But there was no of course about it. “Was the sex with her good?”

“Jesus, Libby!” His coffee cup clattered onto the table.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“How many times do I have to answer that question?”

“As many times as I need to hear the answer!”

“But we’ve been over and over it for three months. There’s nothing left to say.”

“Humor me.”

The veins in his neck throbbed. “The sex I had with her before we started dating was nothing to write home about. Nothing like what we’ve shared.”

“Yet it happened quite a few times. You must have liked it the night she got pregnant.”

Nick jerked to his feet and started pacing, his gaze fixed on a point on the wall. “I was tanked and miserable. I can barely remember it.”

Her heart thumped. Why are you doing this to yourself? Why not just order a whip and flagellate yourself? She wanted to stop quizzing him and protect herself from thinking about him having sex with that woman in their bed, but all the books and websites told her the betrayer never tells the full story straight off the bat. Betrayers continue to lie. And parts of Nick’s story didn’t make sense to her. She needed to keep probing until Nick’s answers were consistent. Otherwise, how could she ever trust him again?

“If you were tanked, how did you get it up?”

He paled. “Libby, how does this help? Talking about it only upsets you.”

“Not knowing upsets me! If you were so drunk, how did you get it up?”

He swallowed. “She gave me head.”