Mars tilted his head to the side, took a step into the room, then closed the door behind him. He strode past them, ignoring the way they stiffened at his proximity, and took the desk chair she’d left to let him in.
Jesus, had that only been what? Ten minutes ago?
He blinked in astonishment at how things could change so quickly.
He wanted to ask her why the hell she hadn’t locked the f*****g door after him, but at the same time, the way he felt, the relief that cascaded through him at no longer having to live a lie, was too much. He couldn’t fault her, not when it brought them to this moment. When it brought their untenable situation to a head.
Mars sank heavily down on the chair, and it squeaked in response to his weight. He wasn’t a small man by an means, and had at least a hundred an
