“Bye, Kia.”
“I’m calling Winnie.”
And now my life is over. Between the two of them, we’re going to have a biker dating show with me as the prize…
I open the front door, and my phone slips out of my fingers.
“I must say, you’re slumming it in this hick town.”
My eyes are playing tricks on me, because that looks like Darrel and it sounds like Darrel, but Darrel is smart enough to know we’re over and done with.
“It’s a good thing I came to rescue you from your self-inflicted isolation.”
No, it’s Darrel’s face with my mother’s words.
“I know you must have been crushed when we broke up, but I want you to know everything is going to be okay. I’m here to take care of you now.”
Take care of me?
He hands the flowers to me. “We can restart our fertility treatments as soon as the wedding papers are signed. Why don’t you invite me in, and we can go over all the details?”
Wedding papers?
“Or we could just hop in my limo. I can buy you whatever you need when we get back home to Urbium. I’ve already looked into purchasing our penthouse again. My lawyer thinks the buyer will sell for the right price. Everything will be able to go right back to the way it was.”
The way it was. “Go away, Darrel.”
“Don’t raise your voice.” He looks around. “We’re in public.”
“I know exactly where we are. It seems you’re the one who’s confused. You need to leave my house, Darrel.”
“You haven’t heard. Of course, you haven’t heard. You live here. Who could possibly be around to tell you? I got divorced. It didn’t work out. It couldn’t work out. It was always meant to be you and me. Now we’re going to fix that. Aren’t you happy?”
Is he delusional? Probably. Darrel always thought the world revolved around him.
“This must be quite a shock for you. But don’t worry. I had my lawyers draw up the prenups. Everything is handled. We can go straight to the courthouse and get married.”
He isn’t delusional. He lost his mind. “Get off my property.”
“Greer, calm down. You obviously aren’t thinking clearly.” Darrel reaches out and wraps a hand around my arm.
“The lady asked you to get off her property. I suggest you do that.”
Havoc? That can’t be. But it sure sounds like him. Then again, everyone sounds wild today. I turn.
That’s definitely him in all his glory.
Some men were meant to sleep only in a pair of flannel pants…
Darrel wasn’t one of them. But Havoc…oh my. Winnie can’t see him like this. She’ll start drooling and that will be it for the hot biker next door.
And look at all those lovely tattoos. They really should be examined to appreciate their artistic merit.
“Go away. Can’t you see Greer and I are having a private conversation?”
“All I see is a man touching a woman without her permission and refusing to leave when asked.” Havoc crosses his arms over his chest, which only emphasizes his muscles.
Darrel must feel really inferior right now.
