Chapter Twelve
“I’ll be out of here in just a minute,” she muttered. It was all she could think to say in that dreadfully awkward moment when she stumbled out of the bathroom wearing one of the white terrycloth hotel robes. Her hair was a mess, and she could still feel the effects of having Jake inside her. Of course, their clothes were strewn all over the floor by the bed. It wasn’t a large room, so he couldn’t hide anything. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and raced back into the bathroom. She couldn’t get the image of Jake hugging another woman out of her head: her arms looped around his neck, pressed against the same body that had moments ago been pressed against her.
It had to be the mysterious girlfriend who’d been jerking Jake around. Chris hated her. What the hell was the m
