“You’re ridiculous and rude and I don’t know why Leah ever thought we—” she caught herself, squared her shoulders. “She called you a decent guy with a good heart, but obviously she was blindsided by the smile and the voice that makes a woman think she’s the only one in the room.”
“Obviously. I couldn’t possibly be a decent guy, right?”
She was not going to answer that. “I’ve got to go.”
A nod, a cold “You mean you’ve got to run away from whatever’s really going on, right?”
“That’s not what I meant and stop trying to tell me what I’m thinking. You don’t live inside my head.” The man was the most infuriating person she’d ever met. “I’m not one of those women who needs a man for their oxygen, nor do I need one to tell me what to think.” She forced a laugh. “I certainly don’t need you to tell me what I’m thinking.” When he didn’t respond, she continued her barrage. “What? The big Vic Tramont has no comment? I find that hard to believe.”
She waited for him to respond, wanted him to say something so she could counter with more sarcasm and prove just how much he didn’t matter to her. But other than the clenched jaw and tight lips, he remained silent. “You really have nothing to say?”
Rae should have noticed the tenseness of his body and the glances toward the door, but of course, she didn’t because three years of pent-up emotion had taken over and she was on the attack. It wasn’t until she heard the cough behind her that she realized they weren’t alone. A quick breath and she turned to find Nate Desantro’s massive size dwarfing the doorway.
“Am I interrupting something?”
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