Damien blinked. "Explain?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"We dated for a while. That was fine. But I knew -- knew -- that whenever I was deployed, he was seeing other women. He had a whole string of them following him around." She let out a bitter laugh. "Yet, he wanted to marry me." She sniffed. "Every time he asked, I'd say no. Or I wouldn't answer. I wasn't going to marry a guy who would take up with any pretty face he saw. So one day when he asked again, I said, 'We'll see."
Damien swallowed. He got it now. Now he understood why she hated his frivolous ways with the ladies. Guilt punched him in the gut. "And he got pissed?" he rasped.
She sniffed. "He did. He left the apartment for about ten minutes, then came back." A harsh laugh. "He said: ‘Well, at least you gav
