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used every last millimeter of back when.
Every single millimeter.
The same open lounge area scattered here
and there with the same delicate rose petals that he remembered quite distinctly
from four and a half years ago.
    It was like stepping back in time. And he could hardly
categorize the wild thing that surged in him then, chaotic and maddening. He
only knew it nearly took him down to his knees.
    This is unforgivable
, he thought—but then, this was
clearly Holly and her handiwork. There wasn’t a single part of what she’d done
to him in all these years that wasn’t unforgivable.
Unforgivable is what she
does.
    At moments like this he thought it was who she was.
    Just like your father
, said a small voice inside of
him.
She doesn’t care how much she hurts you. She doesn’t care at
all.
    â€œIs this the honeymoon suite?” he asked the porter. More
brusquely than he’d intended, he realized when the poor man jerked to a stop as
if Theo had slapped him across the face. Theo’s hand tensed as if he really
had.
    â€œYes, sir,” the porter said. The man launched into a recitation
of the room’s many amenities and romantic flourishes, only to taper off into a
strained silence when Theo merely stared back at him.
    Theo eyed him for a moment, then turned his attention back to
the room—and the low table before the arching windows that let the gleaming
Barcelona lights inside, where a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver bucket.
He didn’t have to go over and look at it to know at once that it would be the
very same vintage as the one he’d had waiting for them years ago. The one he’d
poured all over Holly and then drank from her soft skin. From between her
breasts, from the tender, shallow poetry of her navel. From the sweet cream heat
between her legs he’d still believed, then, was only his.
    Every last damned drop.
    He thought for a moment that his temper might black out the
whole of the city, if not the entirety of the Iberian Peninsula, the shock of it
was so intense.
    â€œThank you,” he growled at the porter when he was sure he could
speak without punching something, dismissing the man with a handful of
euros.
    Only then, only when he was alone, did Theo prowl over to the
table and swipe up the card that sat there next to the silver bucket.
    What a perfect place to begin our divorce at last
, it
read in Holly’s distinctively loopy handwriting, as if she really was the
madcap, innocent thing she’d fooled him into thinking she was when they’d
met.
How clever of you to suggest it!
    And beneath it, she’d jotted down the mobile number that he’d
committed to memory a long time ago, though he hadn’t dialed it of his own
volition in years. He was hardly aware of doing it now, but then it was ringing
and then, worse, her husky voice was there on the line. And he was still
standing by himself in a room where, the last time he’d been here, he’d thrust
deep inside of her on every single available surface, again and again and again,
because he hadn’t known where he’d ended and she’d begun and it hadn’t mattered.
It had been pure joy.
    Here, in this room, he’d truly believed he would spend the rest
of his life enjoying that particular pleasure.
    It was as if she’d catapulted him straight back into a prison
built entirely out of his past illusions and he was certain she was well aware
of it.
    â€œHow do you like your suite?” she asked as confirmation. Not
that he needed any. And he supposed this was his fault for picking Barcelona in
the first place.
    â€œCome see for yourself,” he suggested, and there was no hiding
the fury in his voice. Or the other, darker things beneath. “You’ll have to tell
me if the furnishings are as you remember them. You were the one bent over most
of them, as I recall, so you’d be the better judge.”
    Holly only laughed, and it