Somehow she managed to keep it together as she went upstairs and packed her things, then waited in icy silence for Lucas to open the garage door so she could back her car out. Thank the Goddess that he’d cleared the driveway, because otherwise she probably would’ve stomped out of there on foot if she had to.
What the hell had he been thinking? A private investigator? Really?
Once or twice he’d attempted to make an apology, but she’d shut him down with a frigid stare. She didn’t want to talk about this. She only wanted to go home, so she could put this entire episode behind her and forget that it had ever happened.
Never mind that until Lucas’ startling revelation, she’d been happier than she’d been in…forever. Had Clay ever made her feel remotely that good?
She really didn’t want to an
