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her breathing to slow.
    She felt a hand on her
shoulder and opened her eyes. Paige, wrapped in a robe, knelt beside her, a wet
cloth in her hand. “Here, to clean up,” she said softly.
    Andy smiled in thanks and
took the cloth. She pushed herself up to the edge of the bed and cleaned
herself, then threw the cloth into the tiny pedestal sink in another corner.
Staff would come in later and deal with the dirty linens. She was grateful for
it since she didn’t think she could handle doing it right now.
    Nolan walked up beside her
and laid her clothing on the bed. Seeing that he was fully dressed, Andy had to
wonder how long she’d sat on the floor. It must have been for a good few
minutes if they had time to clean up and get dressed.
    Andy smiled a little at him,
and whispered, “Thank you.”
    She stood on shaky legs and
put her clothes on. Once dressed, she straightened on her heels and walked down
the stairs. There was no need to make small talk. She’d probably never see them
again.
    She looked back at Paige.
    The other woman smiled
gently. “If you ever need anything, Andy, the club has our number.”
    Uncertain what to say, Andy
turned away and grabbed the remote from the table. She pushed the “close”
button and the glass slid together. She hit the “curtain” button and the red
velvet shut her away in the room by herself.
    She dropped the remote onto
the couch, and straightened her clothing. Going without underwear was something
for her to get used to, especially in such a short skirt, but she was just heading
home. Her ass still stung as the skirt rubbed against it with every move she
made.
    With a last look around the
room, Andy smiled gently, thinking about all the other times she’d spent in
this room with Patrick. The stings of pain she’d just experienced would have to
be enough for her.
    She had no plans to return.
The notion niggled in the back of her mind that there were other avenues at the
club she could explore, and more pain left for her to feel. There was plenty of
time to consider her options, she supposed.
    With a sigh, she walked to
the door, turned the doorknob and pulled. Head down, she exited the room only
to hit a hard wall.
    She looked up, taken aback.
    Her gaze swept up a white
t-shirt covering a rock hard wall of muscle clearly defined beneath.
    When she met the stormy,
angry eyes of Hunter Sullivan, she gasped.
    That he’d found out she was
there made her nervous and agitated her. She wanted to avoid him at all costs.
    His presence brought forth
too much—guilt, fear, anger over his demands and orders these last few months.
    The sight of him reminded her
of the days on the beach with him, Patrick and Peter. The
weekends he would drop in unannounced and crowd into their lives.
    But he’d been a part of the
family then.
    Now, she was ashamed to see
him. He made her feel unworthy and a reminder of what she’d done. Not that she
really needed it.
    His jaw clenched and his gaze
narrowed on her. She could almost see smoke coming out of his ears and knew
he’d reached his limit with her.
    For months, she’d avoided
him, which no doubt pissed him off even further. But she couldn’t look at him.
Her shame was enough without seeing accusations in his gaze.
    His nostrils flared. She drew
in a deep breath.
    Desperate to get away from him,
she lifted her hands and gave his chest a hard shove.
    When he staggered back, she charged
down the hallway as fast as she could.
    She deserved his anger and
hatred. Every horrible opinion he had of her was justified. Hell, she thought
the same things about herself.
    Andy pushed her way through
the front entrance and raised her hand to catch the attention of a cab,
desperate to get away.
    She couldn’t see her own
thoughts mirrored in his eyes.
    There was no forgiveness for
her. Not even from herself .
    And especially
not from Hunter.
    He would never forgive her
for killing his best friend and his godson.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Andy sat on the