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I’m dreading.” Hannah was bracing herself for the next question. “Aren’t you going to ask who Krystal is?”
Clearing his throat, Gavin replied, “I was. Will you tell me?”
She bit her bottom lip for a moment, and then said, “She’s the stripper Brett left me for.” Then she shut down and stared out the window for the rest of the trip.
It was the most humiliating experience of her life and he had nothing to say. Maybe he didn’t know what to say. She really should give him the benefit of the doubt. Over the years, Hannah had learned the doubting part was easy; it was trust which challenged her good nature. At worst, she would use this as an opportunity to get to know Gavin, see another side of him. Watching him interact with Krystal would be revealing.
She scowled. They had just pulled into the driveway and Krystal was sitting on the steps while the girls ran around in the front yard. Revealing? Definitely, since Krystal apparently didn’t see the need to wear undergarments under her tiny shirt or skirt.
“Great,” she muttered, as she released the seat belt and opened the door. Before she could vacate the vehicle, Gavin grabbed her arm.
“I’m not sure what you’re used to,” he said seriously, “but I open the door for women in my company.” Hannah’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but he finished his thought. “Now sit there patiently while I walk around and help you out of the vehicle.”
Numbly, she managed to nod as Gavin climbed out of the luxury sedan, shut his door, and without even so much as a glance at the half naked woman on the steps twenty feet away, walked directly to Hannah, grasped her hand, and gracefully helped her emerge from the vehicle with more than a shred of her dignity intact.
They hadn’t even walked three feet before the girls came squealing over to their mother. “Mommy!” They yelled in unison as they threw themselves into her arms. Hannah winced and struggled to maintain her balance, but it was as though Gavin had anticipated this response. He merely stood there silently, supporting her with his hands on her lower back while she greeted her children.
Looking at him with unmasked appreciation, Hannah beamed, “Thank you,” she whispered. Or maybe it only seemed like a whisper because she was afraid of showing her emotions if she spoke any louder.
A sultry voice broke the moment. “I’m Krystal,” she gushed, grasping Gavin’s arm and leaning against him provocatively. She had his bicep in between her enormous breasts and was batting her eyelashes at him as alluringly as she could muster.
Hannah watched Gavin, a lump forming in her throat and her stomach clenching nervously. Without so much as a word, Gavin glanced at how Krystal’s body was positioned and extricated his arm from her grasp, took one step further from her and closer to Hannah, then wrapped an arm around Hannah’s waist.
“Do the girls have bags or anything here that I should grab?” He directed the question to Hannah.
She was so stunned from his reaction to Krystal she could merely nod, wide-eyed in response.
“In the house?” He queried as he gestured to the front door.
Again she nodded. As she glanced that way, she visibly winced. Krystal, unused to being ignored and eager to soothe her wounded ego, was wrapped around Brett, who stood holding the girl’s backpacks on the stoop.
“Okay, girls,” Gavin began brightly. “Hop in and hook those seat belts. I’ll grab your bags and we’ll be off.” The girls clamored into the back seat without even giving their father a backward glance or meager goodbye and the door was closed behind them. “I didn’t think they needed to see that,” he commented to Hannah. She was standing there numbly, arms wrapped around her body. She watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It looked like he tried in vain to control himself. Hannah
Clearing his throat, Gavin replied, “I was. Will you tell me?”
She bit her bottom lip for a moment, and then said, “She’s the stripper Brett left me for.” Then she shut down and stared out the window for the rest of the trip.
It was the most humiliating experience of her life and he had nothing to say. Maybe he didn’t know what to say. She really should give him the benefit of the doubt. Over the years, Hannah had learned the doubting part was easy; it was trust which challenged her good nature. At worst, she would use this as an opportunity to get to know Gavin, see another side of him. Watching him interact with Krystal would be revealing.
She scowled. They had just pulled into the driveway and Krystal was sitting on the steps while the girls ran around in the front yard. Revealing? Definitely, since Krystal apparently didn’t see the need to wear undergarments under her tiny shirt or skirt.
“Great,” she muttered, as she released the seat belt and opened the door. Before she could vacate the vehicle, Gavin grabbed her arm.
“I’m not sure what you’re used to,” he said seriously, “but I open the door for women in my company.” Hannah’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but he finished his thought. “Now sit there patiently while I walk around and help you out of the vehicle.”
Numbly, she managed to nod as Gavin climbed out of the luxury sedan, shut his door, and without even so much as a glance at the half naked woman on the steps twenty feet away, walked directly to Hannah, grasped her hand, and gracefully helped her emerge from the vehicle with more than a shred of her dignity intact.
They hadn’t even walked three feet before the girls came squealing over to their mother. “Mommy!” They yelled in unison as they threw themselves into her arms. Hannah winced and struggled to maintain her balance, but it was as though Gavin had anticipated this response. He merely stood there silently, supporting her with his hands on her lower back while she greeted her children.
Looking at him with unmasked appreciation, Hannah beamed, “Thank you,” she whispered. Or maybe it only seemed like a whisper because she was afraid of showing her emotions if she spoke any louder.
A sultry voice broke the moment. “I’m Krystal,” she gushed, grasping Gavin’s arm and leaning against him provocatively. She had his bicep in between her enormous breasts and was batting her eyelashes at him as alluringly as she could muster.
Hannah watched Gavin, a lump forming in her throat and her stomach clenching nervously. Without so much as a word, Gavin glanced at how Krystal’s body was positioned and extricated his arm from her grasp, took one step further from her and closer to Hannah, then wrapped an arm around Hannah’s waist.
“Do the girls have bags or anything here that I should grab?” He directed the question to Hannah.
She was so stunned from his reaction to Krystal she could merely nod, wide-eyed in response.
“In the house?” He queried as he gestured to the front door.
Again she nodded. As she glanced that way, she visibly winced. Krystal, unused to being ignored and eager to soothe her wounded ego, was wrapped around Brett, who stood holding the girl’s backpacks on the stoop.
“Okay, girls,” Gavin began brightly. “Hop in and hook those seat belts. I’ll grab your bags and we’ll be off.” The girls clamored into the back seat without even giving their father a backward glance or meager goodbye and the door was closed behind them. “I didn’t think they needed to see that,” he commented to Hannah. She was standing there numbly, arms wrapped around her body. She watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It looked like he tried in vain to control himself. Hannah
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