Derek's POV
The bedroom door was locked. The curtains drawn.
Blair's nails raked down my back. Her legs locked around my waist. I buried my face in her neck, breathing in vanilla and heat—
She shoved me off.
Hard.
I caught myself on one elbow, frowning down at her. "What's wrong?"
Blair's chest heaved. Her eyes were sharp.
"When are you divorcing her?"
The question landed like a brick.
I rolled off her and stared at the ceiling. The silence stretched.
"Blair, it's not that I don't want to. It takes time."
"Time?" She laughed, but there was nothing funny in it. "How much more time, Derek? Years. I've given you years. I gave you a child. And I'm still hiding in the shadows like some dirty secret while she walks around wearing your last name."
Her voice cracked on the last word.
