Right.
“You shouldn’t be here, Tammy,” he snapped.
I turned to face the door, noticing how Tammy tried to peek into the house.One thing I never wanted to be was the other woman.Damn good thing I hadn’t acted on my impulses last night.Lying in bed with Lynx, I'd been slammed with a desire so powerful it was a surprise I'd slept at all.However, I'd managed to refrain from jumping him.
And the woman standing at the front door was proof I had no business being here with this man.The guy had a wife, for fuck’s sake.
Granted, their divorce would be final in… I had to think on that a minute, counting the days off on my fingers.Today?Or was it tomorrow?It was Sunday, right?
Shit.I had no freaking clue and it didn’t even matter.
“Why is the maid here on a Sunday, Lynx?”
I had to slam my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
“She’s not the maid,” Lynx informed me.
My breath lodged in my chest as I waited to hear him explain who I was.More than likely, he’d launch into a long story about how I was a friend, or even Rhys’s sister, and he was just helping out.
“Who the fuck is she?”Tammy snarled, sounding more like she did when I opened the door.
“She’s my goddamn girlfriend, Tammy.Fuck.”
My eyes flew open and I stared at Lynx’s back.
What.
The.
Fuck?
Lynx
It took everything in me not to turn around and look at Reagan.I wanted to know what her response was to that declaration, but I had to consider my priorities here.And the first on my list was to get Tammy off my fucking property.
ASAP.
“You need to go,” I told her roughly, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door behind me.
“You’re still married, Lynx Caine.”
I cocked one eyebrow lazily.She knew that wasn’t true.Sure, there were a few measly hours left until it was all said and done, but so fucking what.Tammy had gotten what she wanted; I'd practically given her every-damn-thing just to get her out of my life.The only thing left was for the waiting period to be over.Then, I'd be free and clear to move on with my life.
And if Reagan had an issue with me calling her my girlfriend, so fucking what.If she wasn’t yet, she would be soon, and I didn’t give a shit if Tammy wanted to go and shout that to anyone who would listen.
Tammy’s face softened somewhat.“So, you’re really okay?”
I nodded.“I’m fine.I wasn’t at the bar last night.”
“Oh.Where were you?”
“Here.Asleep.”
“With your girlfriend?”
“No,” I told her.Partly because it was the truth and partly because it would get her off my back.
“Lynx…” She took a step closer.“I really am sorry about … what happened.I was wrong.I shouldn’t have … done what I did.”
