Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
G race's eyes widened as she saw Xavier looking straight at her. For a moment, she was tempted to run after him, but sheer obstinacy made her hold her ground. It was up to the man to do the running as far as she was concerned. And Xavier needed to do just that if he wanted to convince her that she should bother speaking to him again, regardless of how much she missed him.
Except, as their eyes clung, she was shocked by the brief flash of hurt she saw in his.
She sucked in a sharp breath, ready to tell her admin to let Xavier back in when he turned around and came back for her, but suddenly, whatever it was she thought she'd seen in his eyes was quickly replaced, his eyes going hard and his mouth firming into a hard line, and Grace couldn't help feeling like she'd lost something precious.
She broke his gaze and headed for the door. What the hell was wrong with her? All she’d wanted was some kind of sign that she meant something to him. Something that proved he was willing to fight for their relationship as much as she was, now that she'd had the chance to calm down and think through her actions.
But she'd fucked up all over again, because he had come, just like she'd wanted him to. And instead of greeting him with open arms, instead of even talking things over like the mature woman she prided herself on being, she'd had him sent away.
She wrenched open the main entrance door and raced down the steps, almost stumbling in her high-heeled shoes in her haste.
But it was too late. All she could see of Xavier was the pungent, grey plume of exhaust fumes his car left as he gunned the engine and raced away from her.
Oh, God! What had she done?
As a feeling of desolation and loss swept over her, Grace was left with the certain knowledge that pride was an exceptionally cold bedmate.