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Unfortunately, his suspicion was too sharp to be easily blunted by the belated admission.
‘But you were,’ he rapped out. ‘Divorced?’
If she hadn’t been so naive for so long she might have been able to say yes with dignity. As things stood, there was little honour in being Michael’s widow.
She shook her head and looked down, disturbed to find herself twisting the non-existent ring on her finger.
‘Widowed. Mi—my husband was killed in a car crash.’
There was a brief, splintering silence.
‘I’m sorry.’
Her chin jerked up at the deep gentleness of his tone, her cheeks stinging as if he had reached out and slapped her. The cold steel had gone from his eyes, to be replaced by a smoky speculation that made her angry heart burn. She didn’t want tenderness, dammit! All she wanted from him was one night of simple, uncomplicated lust.
‘Don’t be.’
His eyes narrowed at the clipped command.
‘Like that, was it?’ he mused, still with that threatening undertone of softness.
She raked her fingers through her hair, and flicked the ends over her shoulder in a gesture half-nervous, half-defiant. ‘You can’t begin to imagine what it was like,’ she said with a tight smile. ‘And I’d rather you didn’t bother.’
‘How long ago did it happen?’
She tossed him a frustrated look. She could guess what he was thinking—he was wondering whether she was acting out some psychological trauma associated with her marriage.
With a vengeance!
Her eyes flashed. ‘Long enough.’
Eight months. Long enough for her to have found out why Michael had insisted on handling all their joint finances. He had spent their savings, run up credit card debts, mortgaged the house and taken out loans for which, as his next of kin and inheritor of his estate, she was liable. The absence of a will had compounded the legal problems, and only after months of trying to straighten out the chaotic financial tangle her lawyer had informed her that there was little left to inherit.
And two weeks ago she had finally discovered why.
Two weeks ago she had received a tearful visit from Michael’s long-term mistress, the earthy, voluptuous Cindy…and his three-and-a-half-year-old son.
Her last remaining shred of respect for Michael had vanished as she had been forced to face the degrading truth that for the entire duration of their marriage her husband had been living an expensive double life. One that she, all unknowingly, had helped finance!
Well, tonight she would have her revenge.
Tonight she wasn’t going to be the sweet, understanding little woman, bravely swallowing her pride and doing what was expected of her.
Tonight she was going to be the ruthless user, the unrepentant sinner…
CHAPTER FOUR
‘SO YOU don’t miss having a husband?’
Like a hole in the head, Regan wanted to snap. Instead, she channelled her anger into another emotion.
‘I miss…certain things about being married…’ She tossed Adam a suggestive smile and swung back over to the bar. Conscious of his eyes levelled on her back, she relaxed her shoulders and moved with an exaggerated sway of her hips, the way she had seen Lisa move on the catwalk.
Drink in hand, she strolled back with that same, slinky roll and crossed her legs as she sat down, letting her skirt ride up above her knees as far as it liked.
‘Would you like me to do that for you?’ she offered, as he eased a hand across the back of his neck, digging hi
s fingers into the tense muscle.
