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way…at first.
    “Brooke? Are you fucking
kidding me, Nick? You couldn’t have called and told me?”
    “ Rox ,” Nick said, “You and I were never serious.”
    “Are you fucking her?” she
interjected crassly.
    “Jesus, Roxanne,” Nick
mumbled, and I imagined him running his hands over his face in frustration.
    “Are you?”
    There
was a moment of hesitation. “We’re together.”
    “Together?”
    “Mated,” he informed her, his tone confident.
    Even through the door, I
could sense her fury as it burned the air. Nick said they were never serious,
but did she know that?
    “You’re not fucking serious.”
    The mouth on this woman
was unbelievable, and I wondered what it was he saw in her.
    “It’s true,” he confirmed.
    Another pause fell
between them, and then I sensed a shift in Roxanne’s mood. It went from angry
to smug in a heartbeat. “Does she know
about us?”
    “She walked in on you in my bedroom. I’m sure she’s
connected the dots.”
    I took another
involuntary step toward the door, listening a little more closely as she
lowered her voice. I blamed the detective in me for being overly curious. Their
voices were clearer now, and through the slight crack in the door, I saw that
there was only an inch or two between her and Nick. She stared up at him seductively,
running her finger up his chest and toying with the collar of his sweater. I
instantly saw red. Even though I imagined ripping her limb from limb, I held
back because Nick didn’t look the slightest bit interested.
    “Does she know how rough
you get? She doesn’t look like the type who’s into that sort of thing.”
    Nick shoved her hand away
angrily, and she laughed.
    “Well, I’m right next
door when you get bored and need a proper release.”
    The second she turned and
walked away, I moved away from the door, breathing heavily. I was angry and
confused about what the hell just happened. With every breath, I caught her
scent, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I went over to the bed and began
pulling the pillow cases off, tossing everything into
different piles before I stripped the blanket off the bed.
    Nick reentered the room
just as I tugged at the corner of the fitted sheet, and I looked up to find his
curious eyes on me. “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “I’m not sleeping in this
bed as long as it smells like her .”
    Nick leaned against the
post at the end of the bed—it was the first time I noticed the exquisite
solid wood, four-post bed frame. Funny how a naked harlot can
draw your attention from anything else. He crossed his arms and smirked
while I fought with the far corner of the sheet, and it annoyed me.
    “What exactly do you find so amusing about
this entire situation?” I demanded, finally wrestling the sheet free and
bundling it up wildly before throwing it at him.
    He slapped it aside and
laughed. “Are you jealous?”
    Nerves caused my stomach
to roll, and I froze. “Jealous?” I scoffed. What a ridiculous thought. I was
playing a part. Nothing more. “Hardly.” I was starting to sound less convincing
to myself as I realized he might be right.
    Considering this for a
minute, he finally pushed off the post and rounded the bed. “I beg to differ,”
he argued, sitting on the edge of his bed in front of me. He didn’t reach for
me, but he held eye contact with me and sighed. “Roxy and I have a history.”
    “No shit,” I retorted,
and this seemed to irritate him.
    His eyes narrowed
slightly. He looked like he was getting defensive as he crossed his arms in
front of him. “Look, you didn’t exactly have any trouble finding someone to
keep my side of the bed warm,” he shot back, his words like a punch to the gut.
    I took a few unsteady
steps back, suddenly nauseous from the sting of his words. “How dare you,” I seethed, the words coming
out strained as I struggled for breath. That hole in my chest suddenly opened
up again. Tears fell from my eyes without warning, and Nick shot to