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murderess—was selected as the second contestant.
No matter how well she had behaved, she would never have believed that people would vote for a convicted felon. If she had been interested in her future, it would have given her a lot of hope.
It was funny really, the man she had once hoped would improve her chances in this stupid contest was the one who had taken the thrill of victory away from her.
She should be happy. She had proven herself, even if she didn’t win the grand prize. She would be welcomed back into the public relations field with open arms. She had already received tentative offers from two firms even before she was voted in as a finalist.
Kat had achieved exactly what she’d aimed for—a second shot at a real life.
Too bad she planned on turning it down.
She had tickets on the last train out of the city tonight. She had sold everything she owned, even her health club membership, and had enough money left to last her a few months. If she won the million dollars that would solve the money problems, but even if she didn’t, she had to go. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t live in the same city as the man she loved—and hated—so much it was physically painful.
Kat would never forget the way Serge had woken her with a cappuccino in one hand and her packed suitcase in the other, smiling as he said how much he had enjoyed their time together, but that it was time for her to go. She had done an admirable job of swallowing her shame and hurt and gracefully accepting both coffee and suitcase, even though he was the one who had insisted she bring things over.
He’d refused to let her go home to her own apartment, wanting to spend every moment together.
He had even told her he loved her.
She knew he had, though she suspected he would deny it. She’d been learning his language in secret since their first night in the shower. She was already fluent in two languages and conversational in two more, it wasn’t unusual for her to pick up new words and phrases quickly. Once she understood some of what he was whispering in her ear, she’d been even more inspired to keep up her study sessions. If being referred to as “my love” and “my heart” and “my perfect little cabbage” in his mother tongue didn’t count as some sort of profession, she didn’t know what did.
Looking at him now, however, it was hard to believe he had said any of those things.
There he sat in the front row of the audience, with the tallest and blondest of the idiot triplets draped over him. He was all smiles, laughing at the host’s horrible jokes and arranging his features into appropriately sympathetic expressions during the more “heartwarming” segments of the endless recap. He was the master of control, even in the hour of victory.
She wanted to punch him in the face, but she wouldn’t.
She wasn’t that person anymore. She wasn’t the unstable woman who had taken out a hit man and never would be again. Serge had helped teach her that, and she loved him for it, which of course made hating him more difficult. He’d taught her other things too, lessons that she would never forget. What she’d had with Serge—no matter how brief—had been worth the heartbreak.
Heartbreak faded with time. Her logical mind knew that, even if the aching in her chest made her want to curl into a ball and cry in front of the entire viewing audience.
“Welcome back to the thrilling finale of Real-Life Rules to Catch a King, the reality show that has…”
Kat tuned out the rest of Brian’s spiel and concentrated on her smile. He said the same thing every time, anyway. It wasn’t as if she had to pay attention. Instead, she let her gaze drift in Serge’s direction, her breath catching and her smile faltering when she caught his eye.
He was looking at her.
For the first time this entire, endless evening he was actually looking her straight in the eye.
He misses me. She felt the certainty of it as if he had whispered
No matter how well she had behaved, she would never have believed that people would vote for a convicted felon. If she had been interested in her future, it would have given her a lot of hope.
It was funny really, the man she had once hoped would improve her chances in this stupid contest was the one who had taken the thrill of victory away from her.
She should be happy. She had proven herself, even if she didn’t win the grand prize. She would be welcomed back into the public relations field with open arms. She had already received tentative offers from two firms even before she was voted in as a finalist.
Kat had achieved exactly what she’d aimed for—a second shot at a real life.
Too bad she planned on turning it down.
She had tickets on the last train out of the city tonight. She had sold everything she owned, even her health club membership, and had enough money left to last her a few months. If she won the million dollars that would solve the money problems, but even if she didn’t, she had to go. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t live in the same city as the man she loved—and hated—so much it was physically painful.
Kat would never forget the way Serge had woken her with a cappuccino in one hand and her packed suitcase in the other, smiling as he said how much he had enjoyed their time together, but that it was time for her to go. She had done an admirable job of swallowing her shame and hurt and gracefully accepting both coffee and suitcase, even though he was the one who had insisted she bring things over.
He’d refused to let her go home to her own apartment, wanting to spend every moment together.
He had even told her he loved her.
She knew he had, though she suspected he would deny it. She’d been learning his language in secret since their first night in the shower. She was already fluent in two languages and conversational in two more, it wasn’t unusual for her to pick up new words and phrases quickly. Once she understood some of what he was whispering in her ear, she’d been even more inspired to keep up her study sessions. If being referred to as “my love” and “my heart” and “my perfect little cabbage” in his mother tongue didn’t count as some sort of profession, she didn’t know what did.
Looking at him now, however, it was hard to believe he had said any of those things.
There he sat in the front row of the audience, with the tallest and blondest of the idiot triplets draped over him. He was all smiles, laughing at the host’s horrible jokes and arranging his features into appropriately sympathetic expressions during the more “heartwarming” segments of the endless recap. He was the master of control, even in the hour of victory.
She wanted to punch him in the face, but she wouldn’t.
She wasn’t that person anymore. She wasn’t the unstable woman who had taken out a hit man and never would be again. Serge had helped teach her that, and she loved him for it, which of course made hating him more difficult. He’d taught her other things too, lessons that she would never forget. What she’d had with Serge—no matter how brief—had been worth the heartbreak.
Heartbreak faded with time. Her logical mind knew that, even if the aching in her chest made her want to curl into a ball and cry in front of the entire viewing audience.
“Welcome back to the thrilling finale of Real-Life Rules to Catch a King, the reality show that has…”
Kat tuned out the rest of Brian’s spiel and concentrated on her smile. He said the same thing every time, anyway. It wasn’t as if she had to pay attention. Instead, she let her gaze drift in Serge’s direction, her breath catching and her smile faltering when she caught his eye.
He was looking at her.
For the first time this entire, endless evening he was actually looking her straight in the eye.
He misses me. She felt the certainty of it as if he had whispered
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