Cassie didn’t want to. There were things in life that should be kept between husband and wife. Their reason for divorce was one of them. So was the plan for trying to get him back. Even though Jan was older and more open-minded than the friends Cassie had grown up with, it still didn’t seem like a conversation they should be having. “I can’t. It would feel like I was betraying him.”

“Cass…” Jan pulled out a chair and took a seat. “You don’t owe him anything. He already wants to move on.”

Damn. The truth stung. “There’s other reasons too.”

“Like?”

“Like I don’t want you to judge him. Or us as a couple. Our relationship wasn’t normal by society’s standards.”

“Right…” Jan raised a haughty brow. “I’m going to pretend I’m not offended by your assumption, and remind you I’m a single forty-two-year-old that has never had a prudish bone in my body.”

Although Jan had become her closest confidant in the months since T.J. had moved out, Cassie hadn’t shared private information. Only heartache and fear for the future. The secrets she kept with her husband were a gift only the two of them shared. They’d never been the type to crave attention. T.J. guarded the intimate parts of his life. They both did. He’d learned through the mistakes of his friends that people were too quick to judge decisions that were none of their business.

“If you can’t tell me—” Jan reached for the laptop, “—show me what you were looking at.”

Cassie warred with herself, caught between needing to talk and having to remain true to her husband. She still didn’t believe T.J. wanted to move on. She could change his mind. She knew she could. It was loneliness that pushed her to share her pain.

“Please keep an open mind.” She spared her friend a brief glance before she lifted the laptop screen and swiped her fingers over the mouse pad. The Vault website burst to life as Jan scooted closer in her chair.

“What am I looking at?”

The inside of Cassie’s wildest fantasies. “An invitation to a sex club.”

Jan’s eyes widened as she began to nod, slowly, not taking her focus from the page before her.

“T.J. is going to be there.” At least she thought he would be. His name adorned the bottom of the invitation after all.

“He’s been cheating on you?” Jan screeched. She glanced over her shoulder, her face a mask of fury. “He told you that?”

“No.” Cassie shook her head, clutching the back of the wooden chair in front of her. “It’s not like that. He’s not there to have sex.” As far as she knew. “This club is part of the business he owns with his friends. Very few people know of its existence.”

“Right.” Jan chuckled, the sound almost delirious. “I guess it’s true—the quiet ones are always the freakiest in the sack.”

Cassie gave a halfhearted smile. “He was definitely talented in that department.”

“So how does this club work in with winning him back? Or can’t you tell me that either?”

Cassie sagged under the weight of hopelessness. She hadn’t told anyone the real reason T.J. had asked for a divorce. Not even the blatant lie of incompatibility stated on the legal documentation. It was too private. Being vague was her only option.

“T.J. isn’t like most guys. He cherished me. He was a protector. A provider—in every sense of the word. He continuously worked at maintaining our perfect marriage and prided himself on his dedication to me.”

“He placed you on a pedestal.”

Exactly. “Yes. He did that too. His love was infallible.”

“But?”

Cassie sighed. “He placed too much onus on his responsibility in our relationship. It was almost an obsession to keep me happy, and I completely adored the attention. If I was sick, he nurtured me to health. If I was sad, he figured out a way to brighten my mood. My contentment was everything to him.”

“Until?”

Cassie shrugged. “Everything went to hell a year ago. I placed myself in a bad position. A really bad position. I was hurt, and he blames himself. He always blames himself.”

Jan shook her head with a disbelieving furrow of her brow. “How come you never told me any of this?”

“The circumstances aren’t…” Socially acceptable? Morally adequate? “Favorable.”

“Okay, I get that you want to keep the details close to your chest. So let’s return the convo to the fuck club. What’s that got to do with getting him back?”

Fuck club? Cassie smiled. “We’ve been emotionally disconnected for twelve months. I want to get to know him again—his strengths and weaknesses. I need to be close to him, maybe then things will be clearer.”

“Then go. Do it. Get your kink on, you naughty little girl.”

Cassie couldn’t contain her laugh. “It’s not that easy. Although the night in question will be their first masquerade party, there’s a line of hoops I need to jump through to gain entry. One of them being proof of identification.”

“And…”

“And I know the person who handles applications. If he sees my name, he won’t let me in.” Brute was a hard-ass. A man who couldn’t be swayed or easily fooled.

“So what you’re saying is that you need a new identity?”

“What I need is a new name, face, body—everything.” It was useless. Cassie leaned over the back of the chair and scrolled to the page on the Vault of Sin website, which listed entry requirements. “There.” She pointed to the screen. “I need a recent photo, plus a copy of my driver’s license.”

“Is that all?” Jan focused on the website, her eyes squinted.

Is that all? “I don’t think you understand. I can’t get in with my current license. They’ll recognize me straightaway.”

“What if you used someone else’s? Maybe someone that looks similar to you.”

“No.” Cassie shook her head. “That would mean telling more people, and that’s not something I’m willing to do.”

“So we need a fake ID.”

“Yeah,” Cassie spoke with derision. In her reality, obtaining illegal documents was as likely as robbing a bank. “I’ll just ask one of the criminal mastermind friends of mine to whip one up for me.”

“Don’t give me cheek, girlie. I’m sure we can sort something out.”

The dull beat of Cassie’s heart began to thud with earnest. The slightest glimmer of hope sparked a fire under her ribs. “We can?”

“Yeah. Maybe. I dunno.” Jan turned to face her. “I can give you a makeover. We’ll concentrate on being the opposite of how you are now—fake nails, salon tan, bright makeup, ostentatious clothes. And with the right wig, you could look completely different.”

“It still leaves the problem of identification.” Fooling Brute wouldn’t be easy, yet her appearance was the least difficult part of the plan.

“That’s where my brother may be able to help.” Jan pushed from her seat. “You may not know any criminal masterminds, but I’m sure he does.”

“Isn’t he a cop?” Cassie closed her gaping mouth. This was crazy. “I don’t want to get arrested over this.”

Jan waved her comment away. “You’ll be fine. As long as you still want to go ahead with your plan.”

Shady police. Lies. Illegal activity. Was it worth it? “Yes. I do.”

“Then leave it to me. How much time do I have?”

“Four days until the party, but I need to submit my application as soon as possible.”

Jan winced. “Okay. First thing tomorrow, you need to get to work on changing your appearance. Leave the ID to me.”

Christ. This was really happening. She was going to walk into an unfamiliar sex club, dressed in a disguise, and try to win back her husband. She was even prepared to break the law. Ha. The level of devotion was crazy. But for T.J., it was all worth it.

Chapter Four

The days leading to the fateful night were a whirlwind. Cassie didn’t sleep, barely ate and her boss didn’t cut her any slack when he found out about the impending divorce. Not that she’d expected him to. The dictator of the hotel she worked at was a ballbuster who didn’t hide his disapproval over her new fake tan and plum polish highlighting longer-than-normal nails.