Ace Kane took one slow step after another, each question landing like a blunt strike, and Emily Sunford kept retreating, her face drained of all color.
She backed up until she bumped into a white Audi TT — the same model as Colin Hawke’s ridiculous little toad of a car. There was nowhere left to go.
Her gaze shifted from the modest TT… to the blazing R8 parked beside Lora Hale.
Her legs gave out.
She slid to her knees on the glossy showroom floor, then collapsed into a kneel-sit, shoulders trembling.
Tears streamed from her eyes in thick, panicked lines.
If regret had a face, it was hers.
“Honey, I was wrong. I was wrong…” she sobbed.
The tears were real.
She thought of how she had thrown away a man who could casually buy an R8 — just to sit in a TT.
Just a few hours ago, she had
