She’d just slept with Jay Haddon. Someone from her hometown, and someone she would run into again and again there. The thought was terrifying. What they’d done had been wrong on so many levels. She’d had too much to drink, and then with what had happened at her work, she’d clearly lost her head. Blue never lost her head.
Panic slithered its icy tendrils through her.
“Blue?” His eyes opened, and he looked at her.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Jay” were the first words out of her mouth.
“Very likely, but we did.” He rolled and pushed himself upright. “You want some coffee or anything else?”
“No. I need to go,” Blue said, getting out of bed. “I have to go.”
“Okay, if that’s what you need to do.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” The words came out as a shriek. She was out of bed and glaring at him now.
“And we’re consenting adults,” he replied.
“I need to go.”
“You said that.”
“Stop it!”
“What?”
“Being calm and rational when I’m falling apart.”
He gave her a gentle smile, and she wanted to slap it from his face.
“This doesn’t need to be more than it is,” he assured her. “Or it can be.”
“You live in Lyntacky most of the time, and I live here, Jay. My life is a mess, and I don’t want a partner. So, no, there can be no more than this.”
He nodded, his eyes steady on her face, and she felt exposed, like he could read every thought she wasn’t sharing with him.
“I’m leaving,” Blue muttered. She then moved around the room, gathering up her clothes. “After I use the bathroom.”
“Have at it.” He yawned then.
“You can just go back to sleep.”
“I will after I’ve called the front desk to get you a cab.”
“I can call my own damn cab,” Blue muttered.
“Not sure why I’m suddenly the enemy, but there is the Blue I remember,” he said in a voice that was harder than it had been. “And I’m going to call you a cab, Blue, whether you want it or not.”
“Whatever.”
She was being an ungrateful bitch, but fear made Blue ornery—everyone close to her knew it. After taking care of business, she washed her face and removed yesterday’s makeup. Then, after running Jay’s brush through her hair, she was ready to leave.
He was waiting for her, dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, which exposed every inch of that hard, muscled body.
Damn, the man was fine.
“Sorry for being a bitch, and thank you for… for?—”
“The cocktails, food, and the really good sex?”
