Tension filled the air as Price stared into the drink Yvonne had given him. Her eyes were on him, taking in his silence. Though he’d emptied half the glass’s contents down his throat, he didn’t have a clue what it was. Nothing registered in his mind except for the fact he’d just seen Skylar in the arms of another man. Knowing that any chance they may have had was gone was more than he could take.
“Were you planning to explain why you showed up at my door after eight years or what?” [Read more...]
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