Chapter Twenty-Four
G abe shook his head and swore.
Darby.
He pressed the off button and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat. He wasn’t going to talk to her, or anyone. Not now, not today. Not at all about this. He knew that was why she was calling him. He leaned forward and rested his head on the steering wheel, doing his best to wipe the images of Emma from his mind.
It wasn’t working.
He kept seeing her. Her lips, her body, her reactions to him. Over and over again in his head. Someone needed to tell his idiotic brain she was no good for him and that she was out of his life, because he couldn’t seem to get it through his own thick skull.
Emma’s reactions had been real. He knew enough to realise that. It was just that she was a liar and a cheat, and he couldn’t go there. It was too damned painful. She couldn’t be trusted, so he’d done the only thing he could.
He’d left.
Before he could wake her up and take a piece out of her for her lies. How the hell was he supposed to make peace with what had happened last night? She’d been every man’s dream, responding to his touch, his kisses, his body, and wanting more and more until he thought he’d just about die in bliss.
All that didn’t change the most important thing.
She had a husband.
Named Alex.