Page 41 of The Healing Touch

“Who the fuck are you?”

Becca’s head snapped around at the sound of that voice. She knew it…Christy, Chastity, Charlotte. Something that started with a C. The bleach blonde stood about a foot away, her skin-tight dress showing off all her attributes, which were abundant. Becca looked down at her own t-shirt and capris. She felt so out of place next to this woman. This was the kind of woman Dimitri dated—sophisticated. Becca was anything but sophisticated.

“Charlene?”

Dimitri sounded as confused as she was.

“Dimitri, darling, I was just coming to your room.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Dimitri’s eyes flashed, his anger starting to rise. Becca placed a hand over his where it rested on her hip, trying to stop him from causing a scene.

“Why? Because I missed you, honey bear.” She pursed her very red lips in a pout. “Didn’t you miss me?”

“No.” He couldn’t believe she’d shown up here, acting like they were still a couple. “We broke up, Charlene. A week ago. You shouldn’t be here.”

“That little argument we had?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “That was nothing we can’t get past. I thought we could go to your signing in the morning then spend the rest of the weekend together.” Her eyes flicked to Becca.

“Mr. Kincaid, sir, is there a problem?” Mike came over, concerned.

Dimitri wanted to shout at the very dense woman, but he could feel Becca’s entire body tightening, and he was afraid he’d cause another panic attack, so he held his anger in check. “Yes, there is. This woman shouldn’t be here. She showed up without warning, and she’s not welcome. Please make sure she doesn’t bother us again.”

“But, darling, you don’t mean that.” Her pout became even more severe, and she took the three steps to reach them, placing her hand on his chest. “I love you.”

Dimitri let go of Becca long enough to pull Charlene’s hands off him. “I do mean that, Charlene. We’re done. I don’t know how much clearer I can be. You need to leave. Now.”

Her pout morphed into a very angry snarl. “Do you think you can just throw me away, Dimitri Kincaid? And for what? Some two-bit little whore…”

Dimitri wanted to physically shield Becca from the hate spewing from Charlene, but Becca surprised him.

“Two-bit whore?” She cocked her head, thinking. “I don’t know, I think I’m worth at least a sixpence. What do you think, Dimitri?”

He smiled. God, this woman. She pleased him so much. “At least.”

Charlene frowned, clearly confused. He opened the passenger door of his Jeep and waited until Becca was inside before turning his attention back to the woman who didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer.

“Look, Charlene, I’m sorry if you got hurt, but you knew what it was going into it. Stalking me isn’t going to get me to see the light.I am done.Move on and find your next rich boyfriend. I don’t want you.”

He didn’t give her time to respond, just walked over to the driver’s side and slid into the Jeep, pulling out before she could get her second wind. Damn that woman.How dare she show up here?

“Well, that was fun.”

He glanced over at Becca as she plugged the address of the event venue into the GPS. She didn’t seem upset. Amused, more than anything.

“I can’t believe she showed up.” He turned on the radio. “And telling me we just needed to work through our shit? No.”

“Well, I can see her point.”

“What?”The hell?

“Dimitri, you kept her around longer than the others. She probably thought she meant more to you, that she was the ‘one.’ I don’t know why this didn’t happen sooner.”

“Becca, we discussed this earlier. They know the score…”

“Yes, and had you tossed her away like you did the rest, this probably wouldn’t be happening, but you gave her hope by letting her stick around. This is as much your fault as it is hers. And possibly fate’s way of getting a good laugh at your expense because of how you treat women.”

“Fate can fuck off,” he said darkly, shoving his sunglasses on. “She needs to get her kicks somewhere else.”

“Karma,honey bear. Karma always comes back around and bites you in the ass.”

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