Chapter Fourteen
It was dark when Victoriapulled into her driveway.She pulled up close to the house, got out, stood still, and listened to the crickets and frogs for a moment as she took a few breaths.She moved sluggishly through the back door and into her dark, cold kitchen.
“Do you want to tell me where the hell you’ve been?”
Victoria screamed as terror ripped through her.She spun to see the outline of a large man sitting at her kitchen table in the dark.Thankfully, she knew instantly who it was and drew in a calming breath as she reached for the light and turned it on.
“I’ve asked you to stop scaring me.”
His eyes narrowed on her.She knew he could tell she’d been crying.
“I want to know where you’ve been?”
Victoria’s hands curled around the top of the chair opposite him.It was a small table with only four chairs, but putting anything between them helped her peace of mind.“It’s none of your business.”
“How do you figure that?”
She bit her lip to hold back all the accusations she wanted to spew at him.She needed to be calm.She’d driven all afternoon, gaining the strength and resolve she’d need for the conversation she knew she’d eventually have with him.
“Because all we are is fuck buddies, and that ended when I received the letter.”
“Fuck buddies?”he growled.
Victoria shrugged and tried to act nonchalant as she swallowed back the anxiety that rose inside her at the threatening tone of his voice.
“Yeah, you know, two people who get together when the urge hits, have a romp in the sack, and then back to their own separate lives.”
She started to fidget as the silence grew and the tension in the air rose.
“I’m not quite sure where to start,” he said.
A shiver coursed down her spine at the cold, even tone of his voice.
“There’s nowhere to start.For the last time, I’m not selling this ranch, and you are no longer invited to my home.Now you need to go home to your...”She couldn’t bring herself to say “wife.”
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