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“Stop talking,” I growl.
“You kidnapped me. What did you want me to do? Tell you I was a virgin, along with my favorite movie?” she snaps.
Yes.
That would have been helpful.
“At some point in the miles we have driven, you could have mentioned you were engaged to marry someone. I assume you’re in love and have agreed to save yourselves until the happy day,” I huff out.
Not because I’m jealous. I would never take another man’s woman. If she were mine, I’d fucking kill—
She’s not mine, so it’s irrelevant.
But it’s her pressed lips that I’m focused on, and I don’t like it. My internal radar is still on fire.
We stand there staring at one another and I’m waiting for her to start gushing about this guy she’s planning to spend her life with.
Guess what? She doesn’t.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Todd,” she says, and there’s not a hint of love or softness in her voice.
“How did you meet?”
“We grew up together.”
How romantic. Childhood sweethearts, apparently, yet I don’t see any love hearts in her eyes.
I watch her carefully, and what surprises me more is I don’t see a hint of guilt. I may not know Isabelle well, but I do know she has morals.
“How did he propose?” I push as she grits her teeth, then lets out a huff and flops down on the mattress.
“Look, just forget it. I’m sorry, okay. I should have told you. If you want, I will sleep on the floor,” she says, hugging her legs up against her chest.
I spin around and find my shorts, pulling them on.
“You crash. I need some air,” I say, casting her one last look before leaving the room. I pretend to myself I don’t see the hurt in her eyes, but I do. I pretend I don’t want to know what the whole story is. I pretend I don’t care she’s promised to another man.
Isabelle is not mine to keep.
I fully intended to hand her over when we returned to the United States. But until then, she has felt like she belonged to me. I wanted to sink deep inside her and watch those eyes as she felt the pleasure only I could give her.
Evidently not.
Not only is Isabelle a virgin, but she also belongs to someone else.
Someone who, whether it’s my instinct or this goddam unfounded possession of her I suddenly have, doesn’t deserve her.
If I find out he’s hurt her, she might become a widow before she saysI do.
