Everything to Lose by Katie Reus Page B

her voice even.
    “Damn it, Caitlyn! You know I didn’t mean it.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have said it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her heart pounded against her rib cage with such force she was fearful he could hear it.
    “I shouldn’t have said a lot of things,” he murmured.
    She rolled her eyes. “You’re right about that.” She couldn’t keep the hint of anger out of her voice. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge but he’d never actually apologized for the things he’d said a year ago and that just pissed her off even more. How hard was it to say the words ‘I’m sorry’?
    “Listen, I—”
    The door flew open, causing them both to turn toward the disruption. After a cursory nod in her direction, a young man in uniform she didn’t recognize spoke to her husband. “Sullivan, Captain needs to see you now. It’s important.”
    Sean turned to her. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in few minutes.”
    Without waiting for a response he strode from the room. If she’d had anything handy, she’d have thrown it at his retreating figure. His behavior was so typical. He didn’t ask her to wait. No, he ordered her to.
    “I don’t think so,” she mumbled under her breath. When she opened the door, the hall was empty. She half-walked, half-sprinted back down the hallway toward the elevators. Once she finally made it out of the building, she expelled a breath of relief.
    She squinted against the afternoon sun and her throat tightened when she didn’t see the cab. Just as she was about to panic, the bright yellow car pulled out of a parking space and picked her up at the curb. She slid into the back seat, ignoring the smell of old takeout food. She heard her name being shouted, but instead of following her instinct and turning around, she pulled the door shut and rattled off the address of her hotel.
    “Uh, Miss, I think that man wants to talk to you.” He motioned behind her but she still wouldn’t look.
    “Just go! I’ll pay you extra.”
    That got his attention. He turned around and a second later, the car jerked to life. Before they left the parking lot, she risked a glance through the rearview window and immediately regretted it. Sean had always been in good shape but he looked leaner, as if he wasn’t eating right. Not that it took away anything from his warrior stance. Nope. One hand was on his hip and the other clutched the brown manila envelope. Maybe this would get her message across loud and clear. She was through taking orders from him.
     
    “Damn it!” Sean Sullivan shouted to the retreating vehicle. His wife was determined to drive him insane.
    For the past year, she’d been sending him divorce papers once a month. Each time he’d thrown them away. When she’d walked into the interrogation room, he was sure his heart had stopped. He couldn’t believe she was finally stateside.
    What the hell was she doing leaving like that? He’d asked her to stay. If she thought he was going to sign the papers and let her go without a fight she was delusional. Before going to see his Captain, he’d gone back to ask if she wanted something to drink and he’d seen her getting on the elevator. Leaving him again.
    Turning, he hurried back toward the station and tried to get the image of her petite, lean body out of his head. Not that it mattered. He had her entire body memorized. Each morning for the past three hundred sixty-five days, he’d awakened with a hard-on remembering what it was like to run his hands through her long, thick red hair. Remembering what it was like to grip her hips as she rode him. Remembering all the weekends they’d spent in bed. Remembering… Remembering too damn much.
    He shoved the glass door open so hard it slammed against one of the doorstops, ricocheting violently. The loud sound echoed throughout the main floor like a gong but at least the lobby was empty.
    A few minutes later he was back in his Captain’s office. “Sorry about that, sir.”
    “I