steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white, Seth shuddered out a breath. She would hate him. But he preferred hatred over her losing her career or her life.
He got out of the car, and on the way to the door, he set his jaw to the hard line of insolence he’d learned over the last few months. With his hand on the doorknob, he paused for a moment and, as crazy as it seemed, whispered a prayer for strength. Breaking Honor’s heart was going to require everything he had. He needed all the help he could get.
Honor looked up when the door opened. She’d been staring into her coffee for over an hour, arguing with herself over whether she should call Seth and find out what was going on. Thankful that she didn’t have to continue, she stood and waited for him to say something.
He walked into the middle of the living room and looked down at her full cup. “Any coffee left?”
“Yes.”
He passed her and went to the kitchen. Huffing an exasperated sigh, she followed him and watched as he poured himself a cup.
“I understand you’re no longer a murder suspect.”
He took an appreciative swallow and said, “News travels fast.”
“Did they get the murderer?”
Broad shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, he took his cup back into the living room, saying, “Hell if I know. Just glad to have them off my ass.”
Confused by his strange mood, Honor followed him again. He seemed almost cold, unapproachable. Feeling uncertain with Seth wasn’t a comfortable place for her. Especially after last night. Determined to move forward, she said, “So what do you want to do today? I thought we might—”
“I’ve already got plans.”
“What kind of plans?”
He lifted a cool gaze to her. “Plans that don’t include you.”
Honor jerked in response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said. I’ve got things I want to do. You’re not invited.”
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Nothing other than I think this thing with us has gotten out of hand.”
Her hand dug into the material at the back of the sofa; her lips went numb from shock. “This thing …?”
“Yeah. Thing . I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex is good … damn good. But face it, babe, that’s really all we’ve got. Eventually that’s going to get old.” His shoulder lifted in an insolent shrug. “Then what?”
She shook her head and reached a hand toward him. “Seth, you can’t—”
As if he didn’t want her near him, he backed away, out of her reach.
Honor, who was never at a loss for words, stared mutely at the man she’d thought she would spend the rest of her life with. Everything she’d thought they had, everything she’d thought Seth was, crumbled.
She told herself to get angry, to lash out at him. The fury would come later. For right now, an overwhelming hurt flooded through her. “I see,” she managed huskily.
For an instant, a spark of warmth flashed in his eyes. Before she could question that look, his face went impassive, even harder than before. No, she must have imagined the emotion. Now his eyes were cool, aloof, almost mocking. The mouth that had given her such pleasure the night before twisted in a slight smile. “Sorry, babe.”
Her vision blurred as hot tears threatened to spill. No! Honor Stone did not lose control in front of others. It was just not done … she had to get him out of here. Now! “Get out.”
His gaze swept over her body … Honor felt the insult to her soul. “Sure you don’t want one more round? Just for the hell of it?”
“I said, Get out.”
He took another swallow of coffee, then set the cup on the table and winked. “My loss.”
Turning her back to him, she heard the door shut. Her gazed dropped to the coffee cup he’d drunk from. Lifting it, she put her mouth in the exact place his lips had been. All warmth had receded … only the cold, hard surface remained. Eyes glazed with the tears she could no longer control, she hurled the
He got out of the car, and on the way to the door, he set his jaw to the hard line of insolence he’d learned over the last few months. With his hand on the doorknob, he paused for a moment and, as crazy as it seemed, whispered a prayer for strength. Breaking Honor’s heart was going to require everything he had. He needed all the help he could get.
Honor looked up when the door opened. She’d been staring into her coffee for over an hour, arguing with herself over whether she should call Seth and find out what was going on. Thankful that she didn’t have to continue, she stood and waited for him to say something.
He walked into the middle of the living room and looked down at her full cup. “Any coffee left?”
“Yes.”
He passed her and went to the kitchen. Huffing an exasperated sigh, she followed him and watched as he poured himself a cup.
“I understand you’re no longer a murder suspect.”
He took an appreciative swallow and said, “News travels fast.”
“Did they get the murderer?”
Broad shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, he took his cup back into the living room, saying, “Hell if I know. Just glad to have them off my ass.”
Confused by his strange mood, Honor followed him again. He seemed almost cold, unapproachable. Feeling uncertain with Seth wasn’t a comfortable place for her. Especially after last night. Determined to move forward, she said, “So what do you want to do today? I thought we might—”
“I’ve already got plans.”
“What kind of plans?”
He lifted a cool gaze to her. “Plans that don’t include you.”
Honor jerked in response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said. I’ve got things I want to do. You’re not invited.”
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Nothing other than I think this thing with us has gotten out of hand.”
Her hand dug into the material at the back of the sofa; her lips went numb from shock. “This thing …?”
“Yeah. Thing . I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex is good … damn good. But face it, babe, that’s really all we’ve got. Eventually that’s going to get old.” His shoulder lifted in an insolent shrug. “Then what?”
She shook her head and reached a hand toward him. “Seth, you can’t—”
As if he didn’t want her near him, he backed away, out of her reach.
Honor, who was never at a loss for words, stared mutely at the man she’d thought she would spend the rest of her life with. Everything she’d thought they had, everything she’d thought Seth was, crumbled.
She told herself to get angry, to lash out at him. The fury would come later. For right now, an overwhelming hurt flooded through her. “I see,” she managed huskily.
For an instant, a spark of warmth flashed in his eyes. Before she could question that look, his face went impassive, even harder than before. No, she must have imagined the emotion. Now his eyes were cool, aloof, almost mocking. The mouth that had given her such pleasure the night before twisted in a slight smile. “Sorry, babe.”
Her vision blurred as hot tears threatened to spill. No! Honor Stone did not lose control in front of others. It was just not done … she had to get him out of here. Now! “Get out.”
His gaze swept over her body … Honor felt the insult to her soul. “Sure you don’t want one more round? Just for the hell of it?”
“I said, Get out.”
He took another swallow of coffee, then set the cup on the table and winked. “My loss.”
Turning her back to him, she heard the door shut. Her gazed dropped to the coffee cup he’d drunk from. Lifting it, she put her mouth in the exact place his lips had been. All warmth had receded … only the cold, hard surface remained. Eyes glazed with the tears she could no longer control, she hurled the
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