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“Twice that we’ve been interrupted.”
I sucked in a breath. That was bad. Almost as bad as me not having condoms. “You don’t have to leave. He’s a good guy, a fantastic lover,” I said, trying to talk him up.
The woman looked at Brock in surprise. “Um?—”
“He didn’t mean it like that,” he blurted out, then shot me a nasty look.
“Right, not like we’ve been together or anything. I’m totally, one hundred percent heterosexual, and I’m sure Brock is too.”
Brock stared up at the ceiling, shaking his head. Maybe that was the wrong way to put it.
The woman smirked at Brock and slipped past him. “It was fun.”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
When the door shut, I jerked my thumb where she just was. “She took your sheet.”
“Really?” he said, snapping his gaze to mine.
“I’m just saying, it’s kind of rude. You don’t take other people’s sheets.”
“You ran her off in the middle of sex. What was she supposed to do?”
I winced. “If you were in the middle of sex, why did you answer the door?”
“I wasn’t technically in the middle.”
“Then you shouldn’t have said that. In the middle is like…balls deep in the woman. In which case, you should never answer the door for any reason. Unless there’s a fire. That might be a good time to answer the door,” I nodded. “On the other hand, you might not know there’s a fire unless you answered the door.”
“The fire department would shout,” he argued as he walked around and started picking up the clothes.
“That’s true. In which case, you really shouldn’t have answered the door.”
“You were being relentless. You wouldn’t stop fucking knocking!”
“Right, well, I was about to have sex…” I thought about how much time had passed and wondered if sex was even still on the table at this point. “So…can I have the condoms?”
“No,” he snapped, stalking toward me angrily. “That is the second time I’ve been interrupted when I was about to have sex with Miranda.”
“Who’s Miranda?” I asked in confusion.
“The woman that was just in here!” he shouted. “And thanks to you, it probably won’t ever happen again! I was this close,” he said, pinching his finger and thumb together. “God, it would have been so good.”
“Then you probably shouldn’t have stopped.”
The look he shot me wasn’t one of warning. More like he was about to pounce at any second. I scrambled for the door and slammed it behind me, sinking back against it in relief. But it was short-lived. The door flew open and I fell backward, landing on my back. Brock smirked down at me, then bent over and hauled me into the room. I yelped, hoping someone would hear me. As soon as my feet were dragged across the threshold, I knew it was over.
13
HONEY
After a disappointing endto my night, I got up early and wandered around the house looking for coffee. I must have stayed up for three hours waiting for my beloved spouse to return, and finally, I fell asleep on top of the covers. When I woke up in the middle of the night, freezing and alone, I took it as a sign that things were not going to go as planned.
But what did I really expect? Our marriage wasn’t exactly planned. In fact, we didn’t even know until we were standing at the altar that we were going to be hitched. But that’s what happens when you have a gun pointed at your head.
I walked into the kitchen and started rifling through the cabinets for the coffee. It was still pretty early around here. I figured most people wouldn’t be up for at least another hour. So, I was surprised when a woman entered the kitchen, looking a little more zombie than human.
“Coffee,” she muttered.
