Lisa stood still in the private jet for a few seconds, then resumed pacing back and forth. The pilot had been in to see her three times, wanting to know if they were still leaving. Each time, she told him to wait just a few more minutes. Her palms were sweaty and she wiped them against her thighs before pacing back the other direction.

"The tower wants to know if we're going," the captain called from the cockpit again.

"Damn it! I said, give me five minutes!" Lisa snapped.

"I heard you," the man uttered, irritation evident in his voice. "But that was ten minutes ago. Your plane isn't the only one that uses this slot." That shocked Lisa and she walked to the cockpit door so she could see his face. "What?" Lisa glanced at her watch. He was right, it had been ten minutes since he last came in and spoke with her and she felt the bottom of her heart fall to the ground. Biting down on her lower lip, she tried to fight back the tears that stung her eyes, but to no avail. She couldn't wipe the tears away fast enough. They rolled down her face. Nodding frantically, she fought to dry them. "Yeah," she sniffed, drying her tear-covered hands against her thighs. "Let's go."

"Giving up that easy?"

Lisa froze. She dared not hope as she slowly turned around. He was there, standing in the doorway, and she wanted to rush into his arms, "Matt... I thought..."

"I almost didn't. But I want to be able to say I did all I could to save our marriage." Mathew gave her a tight smile and stepped further inside so the ground crew could close the cabin door. "So, where do you want me?"

"Oh...here," Lisa motioned to one of the leather seats before taking her own across from him. The pilot closed the cockpit door and made the usual announcements. She tuned them out as she looked at her husband. It felt as though for the first time in years, she was really seeing him.

There was the cleft in his chin where she used to stick her tongue and listen to him growl beneath her, making him look even sexier. Her gaze roamed over the slopes of his face, his chiselled cheek-bones, the blue of his eyes. She took in the shape of his nose and the curve of his lips and a sigh left her.

"Are you alright?" Mathew's voice broke into Lisa's thoughts. She nodded a yes.

"You want us to start over, Lisa?"

Again she nodded.

"Then let's start out on the right foot. Don't lie to me."

Shocked, Lisa swallowed a lump in her throat. "You're right. I was thinking."

"About?"

Slowly, Lisa got up. "You want the truth, Mathew?"

It was his turn to nod. She swung her hips from side to side and watched his eyes. It had never even occurred to her that he could shut her out completely, utterly crushing her self-esteem. She needed to do something. If he didn't want her hiding things from him, she figured starting from that moment on wasn't such a bad idea. She had worn stilettos, not to seduce him, but because she always wore them. She loved the way they gave her some much-needed height. She was also dressed in a skirt short enough to show off her legsif she was go through the pain of waxing them she would show them off. She would take advantage of it. She turned her back to him and bent over at the waist, stroking her legs all the way up, slowly.