Reaching across the table, his hand, he took Tracy's fingers in his and gently touched her wedding ring. - You're still toskuesh about it? - He asked as possible indifferent and immediately felt her sudden alienation felt as he ran through his body chill. Tracy rarely allowed herself to think about it, because the memories were too painful. - Of course. It was my husband and I loved it - she said more sharply than she intended, and quickly removed her hand. Roger leaned back in his chair and stared at her. He asked a stupid question, and ran into a bad answer. Although Tracy said, "loved" in the past tense, her affection for her husband was clearly still very strong. And the one who will win the heart of this woman, would come to terms with the fact that some part of her heart will always belong to Dennis Sommers.