Goodness Had Nothing to Do With It Read Online Free PDF
Author: Lucy Monroe
past. Losing her cool and storming out of the restaurant, not to mention calling him a name, wasn't going to predispose him to mercy. Not that she believed he intended to be all that kind anyway.
A brisk spring wind whipped at her hair and chilled her through the thin fabric of her blouse. She shivered as she tried to turn the key in the lock.
She didn't owe Marcus any explanations. She'd only betrayed him by association. It had been Alex's deal that got soured when she sold the information toHarrison . Alex had forgiven her, but Marcus never would.
The key would not turn. The lock was stuck. Again. She'd meant to get it fixed, but she couldn't afford to make unnecessary expenditures, not when Jenny would be starting college soon and Aaron was growing out of his clothes faster than Veronica could buy them.
Cursing at the stubborn lock, she yanked her key out of it and rounded the car to unlock it on the passenger side.
"Don't tell me your door locks don't work."
No. Why couldn't he have just stayed in the restaurant?
Jamming the key into the hole, she twisted violently and was relieved to hear the muted click that signaled an unlocked door. Ignoring Marcus, who had almost reached her car, she yanked it open. Climbing inside, she crawled over the gearshift to get into the driver's seat. She had just inserted the key in the ignition when the passenger door opened again and six feet, two inches of devastating male folded himself into her small compact.
She turned to glare at him. "Get out of my car."
"We aren't done talking."
She laughed, the sound harsh and grating to her ears. "Yes, we are. We weredone eighteen months ago."
Darn it.
Why couldn't she be more reasonable? She had to stop letting her emotions have the upper hand. This was so unlike her, but then Marcus had always been able to spark unexpected and mostly uncontrollable responses on her part.
"You walked out on me, so I suppose you see it that way, but you'll have to excuse me if I have a slightly different perspective." He sounded amused and that infuriated her all the more.
And it hurt. Too much.
He found their breakup a cause for humor, while her heart was still bleeding from leaving behind the only man she had ever given her body to, would ever let into her heart.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Car."
So much for regaining her vaunted self-control.
He didn't react to the fury in her voice, or the fact that she'd practically shouted the order at him.
His mouth curved in a tiny smile, that darn sexy mouth that had once whispered raw words of sexual need in her ear. "I'm still hungry and you promised me dinner."
She wanted to scream but was afraid if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. Her sanity felt on the brink of extinction and she didn't know if she cared anymore if it went over.
She'd done what she had to do eighteen months ago, but it had lacerated her heart and her pride.
She'd been strong for Jenny while her sister faced death and the horrible side effects of the treatment for her illness. She'd managed to survive a pregnancy plagued with morning sickness, continual bladder pressure and the sensation of a bowling ball pressing down on her pelvis for the last three months, but she didn't think she could stand this.
She could not handle his amusement in the face of her pain. If he wasn't going to get out of the car, then she would.
Popping the lock up from the inside of the driver's door was no problem and that's exactly what she did before scrambling from the car. Then she started walking. She didn't care where she went, just as long as it was away from his mocking eyes.
He was the father of the son whom she adored and he hated her guts. She might deserve it, but that didn't make it any easier for her to deal with.
Her emotions had hit the breaking point and she hadn't even known she was close. She thought she'd been doing so well,
A brisk spring wind whipped at her hair and chilled her through the thin fabric of her blouse. She shivered as she tried to turn the key in the lock.
She didn't owe Marcus any explanations. She'd only betrayed him by association. It had been Alex's deal that got soured when she sold the information toHarrison . Alex had forgiven her, but Marcus never would.
The key would not turn. The lock was stuck. Again. She'd meant to get it fixed, but she couldn't afford to make unnecessary expenditures, not when Jenny would be starting college soon and Aaron was growing out of his clothes faster than Veronica could buy them.
Cursing at the stubborn lock, she yanked her key out of it and rounded the car to unlock it on the passenger side.
"Don't tell me your door locks don't work."
No. Why couldn't he have just stayed in the restaurant?
Jamming the key into the hole, she twisted violently and was relieved to hear the muted click that signaled an unlocked door. Ignoring Marcus, who had almost reached her car, she yanked it open. Climbing inside, she crawled over the gearshift to get into the driver's seat. She had just inserted the key in the ignition when the passenger door opened again and six feet, two inches of devastating male folded himself into her small compact.
She turned to glare at him. "Get out of my car."
"We aren't done talking."
She laughed, the sound harsh and grating to her ears. "Yes, we are. We weredone eighteen months ago."
Darn it.
Why couldn't she be more reasonable? She had to stop letting her emotions have the upper hand. This was so unlike her, but then Marcus had always been able to spark unexpected and mostly uncontrollable responses on her part.
"You walked out on me, so I suppose you see it that way, but you'll have to excuse me if I have a slightly different perspective." He sounded amused and that infuriated her all the more.
And it hurt. Too much.
He found their breakup a cause for humor, while her heart was still bleeding from leaving behind the only man she had ever given her body to, would ever let into her heart.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Car."
So much for regaining her vaunted self-control.
He didn't react to the fury in her voice, or the fact that she'd practically shouted the order at him.
His mouth curved in a tiny smile, that darn sexy mouth that had once whispered raw words of sexual need in her ear. "I'm still hungry and you promised me dinner."
She wanted to scream but was afraid if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. Her sanity felt on the brink of extinction and she didn't know if she cared anymore if it went over.
She'd done what she had to do eighteen months ago, but it had lacerated her heart and her pride.
She'd been strong for Jenny while her sister faced death and the horrible side effects of the treatment for her illness. She'd managed to survive a pregnancy plagued with morning sickness, continual bladder pressure and the sensation of a bowling ball pressing down on her pelvis for the last three months, but she didn't think she could stand this.
She could not handle his amusement in the face of her pain. If he wasn't going to get out of the car, then she would.
Popping the lock up from the inside of the driver's door was no problem and that's exactly what she did before scrambling from the car. Then she started walking. She didn't care where she went, just as long as it was away from his mocking eyes.
He was the father of the son whom she adored and he hated her guts. She might deserve it, but that didn't make it any easier for her to deal with.
Her emotions had hit the breaking point and she hadn't even known she was close. She thought she'd been doing so well,
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