door,
and Regan narrowed her eyes, ignoring the response of her traitorous body. It
might have taken a year but she was over him.
I am.
Her body needed to listen to her heart.
What they’d had was good, but it had burned into ashes when he’d doubted her.
Just another man who couldn’t be trusted; she should have known that from the
very beginning, despite him saying he loved her. Just like a man, he’d
conveniently turned the tables and blamed her for what had happened.
“I figured someone had to save you from
yourself.” Rod knotted the towel more firmly around his hips as he strolled
over to the bed.
“I had one drink.” Regan fought to hold
her gaze on his face, and not drop her eyes to the body that had taken her to
heaven and back for six months. Although staring at his mouth was just as bad.
But rather than seeking to give her pleasure, his lips were now curled up into
a sneer.
And she knew now that’s all it had been—
sex. Despite his talk of a future together, despite him telling her he loved
her. Talk was cheap and so was she, according to Rod. That last no holds barred
argument had brought out some home truths.
She’d not even had a chance to tell him
she’d caught him out too, that Mandy had confessed to sleeping with him. Even
though he’d accused her of cheating on him, they’d still ended up in bed after
harsh accusations were exchanged that last night. Because that’s all it was and
all it would ever have been—a sexual attraction that burned hotter every day
they spent together. He’d thought the worst of her, believed lies about her and
what had hurt the most—on the word of someone else. Regan had caught him out,
but he’d blamed her for being dishonest and cheating before she’d even had a
chance to raise it. And yet they’d still ended up in bed.
As they always did.
So she’d packed her bags and left him in
Perth. Snuck out in the middle of the night without telling him that she knew
he’d cheated on her.
Broken-hearted. Devastated. Taken the
first flight to Bali. Left him to his life as a cop, climbing the greasy pole
of career promotion, not caring who he trod on, or who he hurt on the way up.
Left him to take up with Mandy—his partner in the local area command of the
police service. Left him gladly—she’d tried to convince herself of that for
twelve long months. Self disgust warred with the sickness in her belly. Warmth
was pooling in her belly already and she ached for him to touch her.
Regan startled, her thoughts coming back
to her present predicament when Rod sat next to her on the side of the bed. She
gazed down at her red-painted toenails, fighting for composure, trying to look
disinterested and not appear greatly affected by seeing him again. By having
him within touching distance.
“Christ, Regan. It’s a wonder you
haven’t been found dead in an alley somewhere. Will you ever grow up and get
some fucking sense in that head of yours?”
The desire coursing through her fled as a
red mist of anger pushed past her aching head. Regan turned and shoved a finger
into his bare chest.
“As usual, Rod, you weren’t listening to
me. I told you I only had one drink.”
He grabbed her hand and held it firm
while she stared up at him. He was unshaven and the darkness of the stubble
gave him a dangerous look. His black hair was longer than it had been when
she’d lived with him; the short back and sides were gone, now the ends curled
sexily on the back of his neck well past his collar length.
If he’d been wearing a collar . Her
eyes dropped from the hard chiselled planes of his face to his shoulders.
Regan’s gaze followed the path of the water droplets running from the wet
strands of his hair down onto his bare chest
“When I walked into the marina bar, you
were almost comatose, and hanging off a guy, who—shall I say—has a less than
savoury reputation here on the coast.”
“Read my lips. I only had one drink.” As
soon as she said it, Rod
and Regan narrowed her eyes, ignoring the response of her traitorous body. It
might have taken a year but she was over him.
I am.
Her body needed to listen to her heart.
What they’d had was good, but it had burned into ashes when he’d doubted her.
Just another man who couldn’t be trusted; she should have known that from the
very beginning, despite him saying he loved her. Just like a man, he’d
conveniently turned the tables and blamed her for what had happened.
“I figured someone had to save you from
yourself.” Rod knotted the towel more firmly around his hips as he strolled
over to the bed.
“I had one drink.” Regan fought to hold
her gaze on his face, and not drop her eyes to the body that had taken her to
heaven and back for six months. Although staring at his mouth was just as bad.
But rather than seeking to give her pleasure, his lips were now curled up into
a sneer.
And she knew now that’s all it had been—
sex. Despite his talk of a future together, despite him telling her he loved
her. Talk was cheap and so was she, according to Rod. That last no holds barred
argument had brought out some home truths.
She’d not even had a chance to tell him
she’d caught him out too, that Mandy had confessed to sleeping with him. Even
though he’d accused her of cheating on him, they’d still ended up in bed after
harsh accusations were exchanged that last night. Because that’s all it was and
all it would ever have been—a sexual attraction that burned hotter every day
they spent together. He’d thought the worst of her, believed lies about her and
what had hurt the most—on the word of someone else. Regan had caught him out,
but he’d blamed her for being dishonest and cheating before she’d even had a
chance to raise it. And yet they’d still ended up in bed.
As they always did.
So she’d packed her bags and left him in
Perth. Snuck out in the middle of the night without telling him that she knew
he’d cheated on her.
Broken-hearted. Devastated. Taken the
first flight to Bali. Left him to his life as a cop, climbing the greasy pole
of career promotion, not caring who he trod on, or who he hurt on the way up.
Left him to take up with Mandy—his partner in the local area command of the
police service. Left him gladly—she’d tried to convince herself of that for
twelve long months. Self disgust warred with the sickness in her belly. Warmth
was pooling in her belly already and she ached for him to touch her.
Regan startled, her thoughts coming back
to her present predicament when Rod sat next to her on the side of the bed. She
gazed down at her red-painted toenails, fighting for composure, trying to look
disinterested and not appear greatly affected by seeing him again. By having
him within touching distance.
“Christ, Regan. It’s a wonder you
haven’t been found dead in an alley somewhere. Will you ever grow up and get
some fucking sense in that head of yours?”
The desire coursing through her fled as a
red mist of anger pushed past her aching head. Regan turned and shoved a finger
into his bare chest.
“As usual, Rod, you weren’t listening to
me. I told you I only had one drink.”
He grabbed her hand and held it firm
while she stared up at him. He was unshaven and the darkness of the stubble
gave him a dangerous look. His black hair was longer than it had been when
she’d lived with him; the short back and sides were gone, now the ends curled
sexily on the back of his neck well past his collar length.
If he’d been wearing a collar . Her
eyes dropped from the hard chiselled planes of his face to his shoulders.
Regan’s gaze followed the path of the water droplets running from the wet
strands of his hair down onto his bare chest
“When I walked into the marina bar, you
were almost comatose, and hanging off a guy, who—shall I say—has a less than
savoury reputation here on the coast.”
“Read my lips. I only had one drink.” As
soon as she said it, Rod
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