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Tara couldn’t explain the
relief that filled her at her sister’s support. “Thank God
you feel that way too. I mean, I made him sweat a bit, but I
did give it to him and I’m not calling her.”
“Good. She’d just find a way
to disappear.”
“Exactly what I was
thinking.” She rubbed her neck. “Thank you, Shai. I mean, I
love her and she’s our sister, but she has to face him, face
her past. She can’t keep running from him.”
“I’m glad you think you
shouldn’t be running from your past.”
All the air sucked from her
body in the space of time it took that sentence to register
in her head.
“Shit,” she whispered.
“Tara? You okay?” Shai’s
question rang in her ear.
She looked at the man who’d
just entered her office as if he had the right to be there.
A dark gray suit that had been tailored just for him. His
close-cropped beard didn’t even have a hair out of place. It
never did. This man didn’t know how to be messy or anything
less than one hundred percent together.
His lapis blue eyes locked on
her and her hand trembled, actually trembled, as she tried
not to drop the phone.
“Tara Lynne, talk to me or
I’m calling the cops.”
“Hang up the phone, Tara.” He
tugged once on the cuff of his suit coat.
“I’m fine, Shai. I have to
go, there’s someone in my office.”
“Who? Who’s there?”
“My husband.”
She put the phone back on the
cradle. Licking her lips, she allowed her gaze to run over
him once more. Damn he’s just as fine as the day I up and
left him.
“What the hell are you doing
back here in my life, Coleman?” |
