Seven Nights with Her Ex by Louisa Heaton

a couple of days ago, safe in her work environment, if one of her colleagues had asked her how she felt about Gray McGregor, she would have been able to answer calmly and easily that he meant nothing to her any more. That she hardly ever thought of him, and that if she did, it was only because of a vague curiosity as to what he might be doing now.
    That would have been true. But now ?
    Now she felt all over the place. Confused, upset, disturbed .
    I wanted to be in his arms! I wanted to kiss him!
    She’d only been with him for two days. Two days into a week together! What on earth would she be like at the end of it? Beau had thought she was strong. She’d thought—she’d assumed—that she was resolute in her feelings towards the man. That those feelings wouldn’t change...that she’d be able to carry on with her life and every day would be the same as the one before it. Just the way she liked it.
    Only, Gray being here had changed everything.
    She pulled off the clothing that Claire had let her borrow, and as she sat there in her underwear, she heard Gray clear his throat outside her tent.
    â€˜Ahem...knock-knock?’
    Just hearing that lilting Scottish accent, purring away so close to her, sent shivers of awareness down her spine.
    Gritting her teeth, she pulled her tee shirt over her head and retightened her ponytail. ‘Yes?’
    â€˜I’ve come to see if you’re okay.’
    Growling inwardly, she lay flat to pull herself into her khaki cargo pants and zipped them and buttoned them up before she yanked open the zip to her tent and stuck her head out.
    â€˜I’m fantastic.’
    His head tilted to one side and he raised a questioning eyebrow. ‘You sound it.’
    â€˜Good. Then maybe you’ll leave me alone.’
    â€˜So you’re angry with me ?’
    She scuttled out from within her tent and stood up, straightening her clothes. ‘Yes—and don’t say that I don’t have good reason.’ She knew she sounded petulant, but she didn’t care.
    â€˜I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that asking if you were all right was a capital offence.’
    She didn’t answer him, just knelt down to gather up Claire’s clothes so she could return them.
    â€˜Only if you do it,’ she said eventually.
    He shrugged and squinted into the bright sun. ‘My apologies, then. I was just trying to show that I care.’
    â€˜Well, you can’t.’
    â€˜Why not?’
    She turned to him, exasperated, but kept her voice low so as not to share their argument with the whole camp. ‘Because it’s you , Gray. You. I put my life in your hands once before. I gave you everything and you abandoned me. And...’ she raised a hand to stop him from interrupting ‘...just when I thought I knew where to place you on the evolutionary scale—which, for your information, was somewhere below pond scum level—you turn up here and you’re nice! You’re annoyingly nice and pleasant and charming, and then you have the nerve to save my life and make me feel grateful ! Do you know what happened to me the last time I was grateful to you, Gray? Hmm...?’
    All through her rant, all through her rage and exasperation, he’d stood there, staring calmly back at her, not saying anything. Just listening. Just being gracious about the whole thing, for crying out loud!
    â€˜I was just worried that you weren’t eating enough.’
    â€˜That’s for me to worry about, Gray. Not you. I get to worry about me. You don’t get that opportunity any more—do you understand?’
    He nodded once. ‘Okay. If that’s what you want.’
    She let out a pent-up breath. ‘That’s what I want.’
    â€˜Okay. Well, I figured you might want this. I sneaked it into my backpack and I was saving it for a special occasion, but...but I think you might need it more than me.’
    He reached into his pocket