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myself as I had on the street. My groceries. Oh, hell, Cindy.
     
    “I have to make a phone call,” I said, pulling my phone from my purse.
     
    “So you do have a boyfriend?”
     
    “None of your business,” I snapped. His eyebrows shot up. I ignored him, dialing Cindy’s cell. I turned myself from Grayson. Not that it mattered—he could hear every word, of course.
     
    “Where are you?” Cindy sounded frantic.
     
    “I’m fine. Really, no worries. I ran into an old friend on the street, and I’m catching up. I’ll be back soon.”
     
    “Okay. Can you not talk?” Her voice dropped to a near-whisper.
     
    “Right. I’ll tell you about it later.”
     
    “I’ll put David to bed.”
     
    “Thanks so much. See you soon.” I hung up, turning back to my ex-husband. “All right. What was your question?”
     
    He snickered. “You remember my question. What did you do? All this time, I mean?”
     
    “I’ve been living. So have you. It’s not any of your business, Grayson.”
     
    “Bullshit, it’s not. You don’t walk out on your husband without talking to him about it.”
     
    “Why not? You did a hell of a lot during our marriage without talking to me about it. Or do you still suffer from a selective memory?” Just the thought of his past sins was enough to bring it all back. I couldn’t keep the anger and pain out of my voice, though I did try. I didn’t want him to see how much he’d hurt me. It would give him power I didn’t want him to have.
     
    “This is the same old shit you gave me back then,” he muttered, drinking his beer. He leaned back on the couch, legs splayed in front of him. He practically oozed masculinity. My heart picked up a little speed.
     
    “Because it hasn’t changed. No amount of time will change the past, Grayson.”
     
    “So that’s it? I was the big, bad wolf and you were the fucking victim. Of course. That’s what you’d been telling yourself for years, isn’t it?”
     
    “Among other things.”
     
    “Such as?”
     
    “Such as the fact that I’ve been better off without you.” The words came out of my mouth like bullets from a machine gun. It felt good when I said them, too…but not so good once they were out. Silence hung heavy in the air. I turned red, my cheeks burning.
     
    “Is that true?” he asked, careful to keep his voice neutral. I knew him too well for him to fool me. I knew I’d hurt him. I hadn’t meant to, not really. I just had to have a comeback. Wasn’t that the way our fights had always started? With one or both of us saying things we didn’t really mean, just to talk over each other? To get the last word in? How stupid it all seemed, in hindsight.
     
    “In a lot of ways, yeah.”
     
    “So that was it? You didn’t wanna be with me anymore, what, because of the club? You knew who I was when you married me. That’s not an excuse.”
     
    “I was young. I was stupid. I should’ve thought harder about whether or not we should be married. It was doomed from the beginning. You know it was. We were too different. I had goals. You had the club, and the club always came first. Don’t pretend it didn’t. How many nights did I go to bed alone?”
     
    “How many nights didn’t you?” His voice was low, a sensual growl. My body responded, betraying me, warmth spreading between my legs before I could help it. I blamed it on the lack of a man in my life for years, but I knew it was more than that. It was the effect he’d always had on me, from the day we met.
     
    He felt it, too. I could tell. He couldn’t hide anything from me. He only thought he could.
     
    He lounged, watching me. There was a little smile on his face, like he was reading my thoughts. Remembering what we’d done together, what we’d been to each other. I pushed it aside, remembering what was important: getting home to my boy.
     
    “Is this what you brought me here for? To dredge up the past? Congratulations. All we’ve done is rehash our