Chapter 27

I watch him walk into the room with Felicity before shutting my door quickly. Leaning back against it for a moment, I steady my nerves and reel a little from shock as I exhale slowly.

Who the hell did he think he was, calling me after all this time?

I stifle the lump of emotion caught in my throat and shake it off. I won’t succumb to tears over that scum bag; he deserves none of my tears nor my time.

My shower is hot, steamy, and satisfying. I come out flushed and breathless and think I should have gone easy on the temperature gauge. My head is swimming a little, and I’m still feeling fragile.

I haul on my nightdress and robe, pad out into the empty suite, and instantly know that I’m alone. I had been in the bathroom an hour and knew they must have left for dinner. It felt good to be able to chill out and have some alone time, though. I’ve mulled enough in the shower over the call, and I’m tired of thinking about it. I’ll have to screen my calls from now on o