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Authors: Cambria Hebert
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and look up to her), and she offered a perfectly manicured hand. “I’m Taylor. Holt’s wife.”
Shock rippled through my entire body, and it was all I could do to not let my mouth drop open. I looked at Holt, who looked like he swallowed an entire bag of lemons, and said, “You’re married?”
He opened his mouth to reply when my attention was drawn away. “Go put on some clothes. I don’t fancy seeing you dressed in my husband’s shirt.”
Oh. My. God.
I was going to die of shame.
I rushed out of the room, toward the bedroom where I hurried to find my jeans and shirt. It hurt to pull on the clothes, but I barely noticed. My mind was too busy swimming with thoughts.
How could I be so stupid? What kind of guy brings home other women and lets them sleep in their clothes when they have a wife? I was going to let him kiss me!
This was exactly why I never bothered to get close to people. This was exactly why I preferred taking care of myself.
Once my clothes were on, I rushed from the room—not even paying attention to the raised voices—grabbed my pathetic plastic sack, and then ran out onto the porch.
The door didn’t even close behind me before Holt was calling for me to stop.
I did, but only because he was my ride.
“I need my car,” I told him, not bothering to turn around.
I felt him behind me. His closeness had my body tingling, and I pushed it away, trying to ignore the feeling. He stepped around me, stopping so close my toes almost touched his.
“She’s not my wife,” he said, his voice for my ears only.
“So she’s delusional?”
“No, she’s just a bitch.”
That had my head snapping up to see him. He grinned ruefully and shrugged.
I didn’t say anything. I just waited for whatever else he wanted to say so we could go.
He sighed. “She’s my ex- wife. Emphasis on the ex.”
“You were married to that?” I asked skeptically.
“Unfortunately. We were high school sweethearts. She grew out of being a sweetheart.”
I snorted.
“How long ago did you get divorced?”
He hesitated, which made me think I probably wasn’t going to like his answer. “It was final six months ago.”
That explained the new house and lack of furnishings.
“But we’ve been separated for over a year,” he quickly added.
“What’s she doing here?” I asked, looking back to the porch where she was watching us.
“She likes to show up from time to time and make me miserable.”
“Why did you get divorced?” I asked suspiciously.
“Taylor likes money. I don’t make enough.”
Disgust had me wrinkling my nose. “You’re kidding.”
The way his jaw worked made me realize he wasn’t, and he wasn’t exactly happy to admit someone found him… lacking.
“You’re right,” I said as a strange protective feeling came over me. “She is a bitch. She’s stupid too.”
Relief flooded his eyes. “You believe me?”
“Yeah, I do.” It still didn’t change the fact it was time for me to go. He reached out to take my bag. I pulled it back. “I really do want to get my car.”
He shook his head grimly. “I’ll just get my keys.”
He jogged into the house, retrieved his keys, then shut and locked the door while Taylor stood by looking very smug. I heard the automatic locks inside the truck and stepped forward to climb inside.
But then I stopped.
I turned around and waved my fingers at Taylor. “Don’t worry, I’m nothing to be jealous of. I’m just using Holt for sex. He’s so good in bed.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I climbed in the truck.
Holt was still laughing when he fired up the engine and backed out of the driveway. Since her car was parked right behind his, he had to swerve wide and drive on the lawn before pulling out onto the street and driving away.
Taylor just stood there and
Shock rippled through my entire body, and it was all I could do to not let my mouth drop open. I looked at Holt, who looked like he swallowed an entire bag of lemons, and said, “You’re married?”
He opened his mouth to reply when my attention was drawn away. “Go put on some clothes. I don’t fancy seeing you dressed in my husband’s shirt.”
Oh. My. God.
I was going to die of shame.
I rushed out of the room, toward the bedroom where I hurried to find my jeans and shirt. It hurt to pull on the clothes, but I barely noticed. My mind was too busy swimming with thoughts.
How could I be so stupid? What kind of guy brings home other women and lets them sleep in their clothes when they have a wife? I was going to let him kiss me!
This was exactly why I never bothered to get close to people. This was exactly why I preferred taking care of myself.
Once my clothes were on, I rushed from the room—not even paying attention to the raised voices—grabbed my pathetic plastic sack, and then ran out onto the porch.
The door didn’t even close behind me before Holt was calling for me to stop.
I did, but only because he was my ride.
“I need my car,” I told him, not bothering to turn around.
I felt him behind me. His closeness had my body tingling, and I pushed it away, trying to ignore the feeling. He stepped around me, stopping so close my toes almost touched his.
“She’s not my wife,” he said, his voice for my ears only.
“So she’s delusional?”
“No, she’s just a bitch.”
That had my head snapping up to see him. He grinned ruefully and shrugged.
I didn’t say anything. I just waited for whatever else he wanted to say so we could go.
He sighed. “She’s my ex- wife. Emphasis on the ex.”
“You were married to that?” I asked skeptically.
“Unfortunately. We were high school sweethearts. She grew out of being a sweetheart.”
I snorted.
“How long ago did you get divorced?”
He hesitated, which made me think I probably wasn’t going to like his answer. “It was final six months ago.”
That explained the new house and lack of furnishings.
“But we’ve been separated for over a year,” he quickly added.
“What’s she doing here?” I asked, looking back to the porch where she was watching us.
“She likes to show up from time to time and make me miserable.”
“Why did you get divorced?” I asked suspiciously.
“Taylor likes money. I don’t make enough.”
Disgust had me wrinkling my nose. “You’re kidding.”
The way his jaw worked made me realize he wasn’t, and he wasn’t exactly happy to admit someone found him… lacking.
“You’re right,” I said as a strange protective feeling came over me. “She is a bitch. She’s stupid too.”
Relief flooded his eyes. “You believe me?”
“Yeah, I do.” It still didn’t change the fact it was time for me to go. He reached out to take my bag. I pulled it back. “I really do want to get my car.”
He shook his head grimly. “I’ll just get my keys.”
He jogged into the house, retrieved his keys, then shut and locked the door while Taylor stood by looking very smug. I heard the automatic locks inside the truck and stepped forward to climb inside.
But then I stopped.
I turned around and waved my fingers at Taylor. “Don’t worry, I’m nothing to be jealous of. I’m just using Holt for sex. He’s so good in bed.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I climbed in the truck.
Holt was still laughing when he fired up the engine and backed out of the driveway. Since her car was parked right behind his, he had to swerve wide and drive on the lawn before pulling out onto the street and driving away.
Taylor just stood there and
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