“What my wife and I do is none of your business. You can leave now before I call my driver over to remove you.”
Havoc chuckles. “He'd better have six friends with him.” Havoc moves forward. “Now take your hand off of her before I do it myself, and I don’t care if it’s still connected to your body when I do.”
Darrel’s hand drops to his side, and he backs away. “Greer, tell this lout that you’re my wife, and everything is fine.”
“Go away, Darrel.”
“That isn’t funny, Greer. This man looks violent.”
Deliciously so. “Go away, Darrel.”
“Greer, muffin, I came back for you. I can explain everything. I’m sorry—”
“I don’t care if you’re sorry. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Go away, Darrel.”
He looks at Havoc and then back at me. “You’re sleeping with him. I crushed you so badly that you’d accept anyone. Greer—”
I take one step forward until I’m right in Darrel’s face. “GET. OFF. MY. PROPERTY.”
He backs away. “You’re going to regret this. You’re going to regret letting me walk away like this. And when you come crawling back to me, remember this. I’m going to make you beg me to forgive you.” Darrel bumps into the limo and almost tumbles to the ground. “You’re going to regret this, Greer.” He yanks the door open—something I haven’t seen him do in all the years we’d been together—climbing in like he’s hiding from a rabid dog.
“I’ll never regret this. Bye, Darrel.” But he can’t hear me as his limo races away.
Coward. I turn around and bump into fuzzy warmth.
Darrel wasn’t afraid of a dog. He was afraid of a grumpy biker.
One who likes to play knight in shining—well, that can’t really be considered armor, but it is sculpted to perfection.
Maybe if I don’t look up, he’ll go away, and I can pretend this was all a nightmare brought on by pregnancy hormones and too much chocolate cake.
Coffee Tea or Kiss Me
Greer
Why?
Why is my life like this?
Fifteen minutes ago, it was completely normal. I was going about my day, getting things done and chatting with a friend. Then Darrel has to ruin it and show up.
Now I’m practically attacking my grumpy neighbor, who’s probably going to decide that somehow this was my plan the entire time so that I could feel him up or something. If I don’t move soon, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
But I also can’t seem to make myself move. Everything with Darrel was intense…maybe a little scary. For just a few seconds, I want to feel safe. Like everything in the world is going to be okay, and no one will ever hurt me again.
Which is foolish. Darrel couldn’t hurt me. Darrel called the maid to kill a spider when he found one in his closet.
I peek up at Havoc, and my chin rubs across the tickly hair of his chest.
The slow, wicked grin on his face makes my whole body tremble.
“You okay?”
No.
I’m absolutely not, and I might never be if you keep staring at me like that. Is this what Winnie means when she says she falls in lust with someone?
Cause between the scruff on his face, the silver on his temples, and those lips of his, I can’t think of anything else.
