his less-than-subtle questioning of Cara had revealed Lexi’s love of salsa, the dance she indulged in every Wednesday night at a salsa bar near their hotel, he’d made sure to plant himself there the very next Wednesday. And the relief when Lexi walked in had given way to a blood-draining hard-on at the sight of her sexy dress and stunning body.
The same hard-on which had led him to foolishly propose three months later with his heart on his sleeve and high on love, mind-blowing sex, and happiness.
Only to be brought crashing down by hard reality, his dreams turned to ashes.
Never, ever again.
From now on, Cara was what mattered in his life. Nothing else.
He pulled her close. “Everything will be all right. So, what say we go and grab some early dinner? How about Mexican, your favorite? Then you can tell me more about this doctor of yours.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Cara nodded, her gaze softening as she looped her arm through his and recounted what the doctor’s prognoses were.
But Enzo was only half-listening. A greater, crazy, part of him was wondering why he felt as if he’d let himself down by not defending Lexi more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Déjà vu. Some believed there was no such thing. So why then did she feel as if she’d relived this moment, this day, before?
Lexi shut the door behind her, lobbed her keys onto the coffee table, and undressed as she went through her apartment to the bedroom. Again, her case stood just inside the door. She kicked off her shoes next to it.
Again, she took a shower which cleansed her, but didn’t manage to completely get rid of the hospital smell.
At any moment, she expected her cell to beep a message from Enzo.
Fat chance. Besides, even if he did call, she intended to follow through with the decision she’d made on the way home from the hospital.
They couldn't go on like this. The sex was mind-blowing. But the pain that came with it was too much to bear.
It was time to end things.
But can you do that? Cut him off just like that? Cutting off her own arm would be easier, but somehow she had to find the strength to do it. Fiona was on the mend. There really was no reason to stay in LA. She could relocate. That was her expertise after all. Vegas would be a blast. New York even better. Or maybe she could go back home to London.
No.
London could never be home again.
Maybe she would take a sabbatical. Stay with her grandmother in Edinburgh for a few months. The month-long vacation she’d planned for her honeymoon was still owed her, as was the vacation time she’d accrued working for the last year without a break.
She couldn’t go to her grandmother, though. Nana Mayfield may be old, but her sharp eyes and shrewd brain would detect her broken spirit within minutes, and the last thing she needed was to be interrogated by an expert. The need to unburden herself was far too tempting. But she couldn’t do that to Nana. Her grandmother would be devastated if she knew…
The knock on the door startled her.
Not expecting anyone, she didn’t plan on opening the door, especially wearing only a towel, but a look through the peephole made her jerk back. The face was distorted, but unmistakable.
Enzo? What the hell was he doing here?
She bit her lip, debated whether to ignore the knock, pretend she wasn't home--
“Forget it. I can hear you behind the door, baby. Open up.”
Sucking in a sustaining breath, she opened the door a crack, but left the safety chain in place. “Wh—what’re you doing here?”
His face was taut, his eyes gleaming. “You didn’t answer your cell, so I came to see you instead. Let me in.”
She realized she hadn’t switched it on after leaving the hospital. But why would he want to contact her? Had something else happened?
“Fiona? Is she—?”
He shrugged. “She’s okay as far as I know. But I didn’t come here to talk about her. Look, will you just open the door?”
“Why? What do you want? And how do you know
The same hard-on which had led him to foolishly propose three months later with his heart on his sleeve and high on love, mind-blowing sex, and happiness.
Only to be brought crashing down by hard reality, his dreams turned to ashes.
Never, ever again.
From now on, Cara was what mattered in his life. Nothing else.
He pulled her close. “Everything will be all right. So, what say we go and grab some early dinner? How about Mexican, your favorite? Then you can tell me more about this doctor of yours.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Cara nodded, her gaze softening as she looped her arm through his and recounted what the doctor’s prognoses were.
But Enzo was only half-listening. A greater, crazy, part of him was wondering why he felt as if he’d let himself down by not defending Lexi more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Déjà vu. Some believed there was no such thing. So why then did she feel as if she’d relived this moment, this day, before?
Lexi shut the door behind her, lobbed her keys onto the coffee table, and undressed as she went through her apartment to the bedroom. Again, her case stood just inside the door. She kicked off her shoes next to it.
Again, she took a shower which cleansed her, but didn’t manage to completely get rid of the hospital smell.
At any moment, she expected her cell to beep a message from Enzo.
Fat chance. Besides, even if he did call, she intended to follow through with the decision she’d made on the way home from the hospital.
They couldn't go on like this. The sex was mind-blowing. But the pain that came with it was too much to bear.
It was time to end things.
But can you do that? Cut him off just like that? Cutting off her own arm would be easier, but somehow she had to find the strength to do it. Fiona was on the mend. There really was no reason to stay in LA. She could relocate. That was her expertise after all. Vegas would be a blast. New York even better. Or maybe she could go back home to London.
No.
London could never be home again.
Maybe she would take a sabbatical. Stay with her grandmother in Edinburgh for a few months. The month-long vacation she’d planned for her honeymoon was still owed her, as was the vacation time she’d accrued working for the last year without a break.
She couldn’t go to her grandmother, though. Nana Mayfield may be old, but her sharp eyes and shrewd brain would detect her broken spirit within minutes, and the last thing she needed was to be interrogated by an expert. The need to unburden herself was far too tempting. But she couldn’t do that to Nana. Her grandmother would be devastated if she knew…
The knock on the door startled her.
Not expecting anyone, she didn’t plan on opening the door, especially wearing only a towel, but a look through the peephole made her jerk back. The face was distorted, but unmistakable.
Enzo? What the hell was he doing here?
She bit her lip, debated whether to ignore the knock, pretend she wasn't home--
“Forget it. I can hear you behind the door, baby. Open up.”
Sucking in a sustaining breath, she opened the door a crack, but left the safety chain in place. “Wh—what’re you doing here?”
His face was taut, his eyes gleaming. “You didn’t answer your cell, so I came to see you instead. Let me in.”
She realized she hadn’t switched it on after leaving the hospital. But why would he want to contact her? Had something else happened?
“Fiona? Is she—?”
He shrugged. “She’s okay as far as I know. But I didn’t come here to talk about her. Look, will you just open the door?”
“Why? What do you want? And how do you know
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