“Harmony—wait.” He reached for her, begging her to stay so he could convince her that she was so lovable.
She paused at the door, and his heart lifted with hope. “I’m sorry, Breck. If it was going to be anyone, it would have been you.” She wrenched the door and ran through, leaving it hanging halfway open.
He stared at it for a while—a good, long while—before he finally walked across the room and slowly shut the door.
Chapter Fourteen
December 23rd
Harmony
“Just pick something—your train leaves in an hour.”
Harmony stared at the bottle of perfume, not able to focus on any one of them. They all blurred together in a sea of pink, purple, opal, and blue. Harmony’s mom had mentioned wanting to try a new scent for New Year’s, but for the life of her, she couldn’t pick one. Jenny was losing her patience.
“I’ll take the pink one.” Harmony reached for the box, knocking over several others in the process. A saleswoman in a professional dress trotted over,tskingher tongue.
Jenny glared. “Like no one has knocked over anything in the history of holiday shopping before.” She put her arm around Harmony and lead her away from the glowering sales manager.
Harmony sighed. “Sorry. I’m fine.” She lifted her chin so she could watch where she was going.
“Breck?” asked Jenny.
“Yeah. We were supposed to perform today.”
Jenny frowned in sympathy. Suddenly, she grabbed Harmony’s arm in a death grip. “Do not turn around.”
When someone said that, the first thing Harmony always did was turn around. She did just that and was face-to-face with her worst nightmare—also known as her ex-husband.
Sam looked the same as the day they’d signed divorce papers. Same blond hair styled to perfection. Same dapper business suit. Same white teeth that were so perfect she wanted to color on them with a black sharpie. The only thing that was different was that the woman hanging all over him was a brunette.
Harmony glared. “What happened to Miss Barbados?” she demanded.
Sam laughed easily as he turned to his new woman, ignoring Harmony’s verbal jab. “Why don’t you go over and pick out a fragrance? I’d love to buy you a gift.”
The woman didn’t even cast a look Harmony’s way. She grinned up at Sam and jumped, making her boobs almost hit her chin. “Ilovepretty smells.”
“I know.” Sam’s wolfish smile made Harmony want to throw up.
She exchanged a look with Jenny that said,Wow—just wow!
“It’s good to see you, Harmony.” He cupped her elbow and moved to kiss her cheek as if they were longtime friends who’d happened to meet up instead of exes who had broken each other’s hearts. Well, he had broken her heart. Obviously, she hadn’t done the same level of damage to him.
That was disconcerting. Did she mean so little to him that he wasn’t at all remorseful for his behavior? She backed away so his lips caught air and her elbow was out of reach.
His shrug somehow said that she was the problem in that interchange.
She wanted to pull someone’s hair out—preferably his.
“What’s up with the new model?” asked Jenny—ever the loyal friend. She wasn’t letting Sam out of explaining what had happened with she-who-must-not-be-named. “I thought you were deeply in love with the real estate agent.”
He adjusted his tie. “She was crazy.”
“How so?” prodded Jenny.
He ran his hands through his hair, somehow making it look more perfect. Harmony liked when Breck did that and his hair was mussed. It was adorable, sweet, and so darn sexy. Sam’s perfection was fake. There was nothing under his exterior. All he was was a pretty package. “She had to use the same amount of shampoo and conditioner every day. She’d hold the bottles up to the light to make sure. And she always had to have a spare bottle of each under the sink just in case she ran out.”
Harmony wrinkled her brow. “So?”
