A long pause. “I was going to spend tonight withyou. I miss you, and I … I need inside you so bad. There’s no one like you, Jannie.”
Of course, he’d say that. Her heart began a low thud in her rib cage as dread spread through her chest. She should have put a stop to this many months ago. She should have—
“Please spend the night.” Blake lowered his voice. “You know we’re good together. We wouldn’t even need to be careful because you’re already—”
“No.” She clenched her teeth.
Jannie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was crystal clear: he didn’t really want her, except for occasional sex, and he certainly didn’t want the babies. He only saw them as a convenience to forgo birth control. She’d been a damn fool to think anything had changed, and now she knew it never would.
“Are you sure?” His hungry eyes dipped to her cleavage.
“I’m sure.”
His mouth twisted in a way that made her stomach drop, and not in a good way. “Guess I won’t be getting any tonight.”
“Not from me.”
Ever again.
A muscle at his jaw ticked.
She studied her husband’s familiar face, now flushed with frustration. Her throat constricted.
“Jannie—”
She held a hand up to silence him.
He’d hammered the final nail into the pathetic coffin of their former marriage, and there was only one thing left to say.
She raised her chin and squared her shoulders. “Goodbye, Blake.”
CHAPTER 3
Jannie
“Well, look who’s here. They kick you out already, Freak?”
Jannie stepped out of the stuffy Uber, glanced to the left where the familiar voice and childhood nickname had come from, and inwardly groaned.
Not one but both her brothers stood there, looking like a set of twins. The only differences were an inch in height and Adam’s sharper jawline. Since they both wore identical airline captain uniforms, the resemblance was even more striking, making passersby do a double take as they approached the entrance of the luxurious Lark Hotel.
Thank God her brother Adam owned it. Not a room could be found right now in Vegas, but here, she’d have a place to stay.
“Oh, my,” a woman murmured as she strutted by, fixing them with a lust-filled gaze, her cheeks flushing crimson and swinging her hips more than necessary.
Jannie suppressed a gag. This had been happening for decades, and she still found it annoying. She thanked the driver and turned to face her brothers.
“I thought you were staying at the rival hotel whose name we shall not mention,” Ian said.
Adam said nothing, just stared at her with curiosity.
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, plans sometimes change.”
Ian smirked. “The accommodations didn’t meet your stringent hygiene standards?”
She shot him a glare, which only made him laugh.
Jannie swallowed back her irritation. No way was she giving Ian the satisfaction of getting to her, and she sure as hell wasn’t telling her brothers why she was here. They already disliked Blake, and she couldn’t blame them. If the roles were reversed and either of them had been in her position, she, too, would have held a grudge.
