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Oh damn, Donovan thought. She needed to go. Donovan moved through the surrounding crowd to reach her.
Tracy slipped her glasses off with her left hand. The vaguely familiar gaudy ring Donovan had spotted the morning he’d returned to his condo glittered under the lights.
“We can’t fix this, Mr. Kelly,” Amelia was screaming into the phone. “She’s already here.”
“Tracy!”
“Tracy!”
Reporters shouted her name. The highly sought-after model spun slowly on her spiked patent-leather boots and faced the crowd.
“You’re dressed like a mighty damn sexy Mrs. Claus,” someone pointed out.
“You see—” Tracy started to speak but Zoe reached for Tracy’s elbow and jerked her backward.
To not stumble or fall, Tracy offered an apologetic smile to the audience and reluctantly went off with Zoe before Donovan grabbed her. Will opened the door for them to enter and the waiting crowd outside began to pour onto the front steps. People oblivious to the ha
ppenings outside found themselves pushing their way forward past defeated children, some with tears on their faces. Tracy snaked her hand out and grabbed hold of Donovan’s. Will, Zoe, Tracy and Donovan made a human train inside the foyer of city hall.
“Are you nuts?” Tracy yelled at Zoe and snatched her arm away, as did Donovan. Her high-pitched voice echoed against the marble walls.
“What did you think you were about to announce?” Zoe asked.
Ever the actress, Tracy reached for Donovan again. This time he screwed his face up and shook his head.
“Tell me you haven’t missed me,” Tracy demanded.
“Not in the slightest,” Donovan laughed.
“Then why did you give me this?” Tracy held her hand in the air. “I found it in the drawer when you gave me a few minutes to collect my belongings.”
Zoe gasped. “Donovan, you didn’t.”
“Of course I didn’t,” Donovan snapped.
Amelia made her way into the foyer. “He didn’t give you that ring, Tracy,” she said. “My associate thought it would be a great storyline for the Ravens family. I just found out he planted the ring in the drawer.”
Blinking in disbelief, Tracy shook her head. “I don’t understand. I gave you the best six weeks of my life.”
Donovan squinted his right eye. “Me and that guy you brought into my house and my bed.”
At least Tracy had the decency to shut her mouth. “We can work past that, Donovan.” She attempted to reach for him but he recoiled. Tracy’s red lips curled into a sneer. “Jesus. I’ve tolerated looking at you for months and now you want to treat me like this. My God, don’t act like you didn’t tell me you loved me.”
Amused, Donovan scratched his faced, his fingertips touching his beard. He shrugged his shoulders. “You can’t hold me accountable for what was said in bed. Let’s call it momentary insanity,” he said, inclining his head.
“Donovan,” Will warned.
Tracy was the epitome of why Donovan had remained a bachelor for so long. He shook his head and chuckled, thinking of the woman he had now. He needed to see British. So when Tracy stormed out of the way, he took a deep breath to leave but it was too late. Tracy’s height masked British behind her.
As to how long British had stood behind Tracy, he had no idea. But judging by the look of horror on her face—as well as the GRITS team who stood behind British holding their trophy—she’d been there long enough.
“British...”
Zoe and Amelia ushered the girls out the front door. Will waited behind.
The corners of British’s lips turned down. Her cheeks turned a darker hue than the one he’d grown accustomed to love.
“Seven hours ago you told me you loved me,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
