The toxic words hung in the air of the luxury sedan.
The tremor in his hands stopped, replaced by a terrifying stillness. He didn't look at her. He stared straight ahead through the windshield at the concrete wall of the parking lot.
"What did you say?" His voice was low.
Lena realized she'd said it out loud. A flicker of regret was instantly smothered by her own defensive anger and the lingering, maddening ache between her legs. She crossed her arms and looked out her window. "Nothing. Just drive."
He didn't drive. He turned his head slowly to look at her. His blue eyes were no longer stormy. They were arctic. Dead calm.
"No. Repeat it. I want to hear you say it again."
She turned to face him, her own temper flaring.
"I said, I wonder how Nancy managed to sleep with a man as bori
