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Sonofabitch, Ana was in the hallway.How had he not heard the bedroom door open?Yet there she stood.Wet hair.White robe.
Had she taken the fastest shower on record or what?And would he ever forget the stark, hurt look in her eyes?“Ana.”
“I was going to ask for a club sandwich for lunch.”Brittle.“Could you make that happen, please?And thank you.”With that, she turned on her heel.Went back in the bedroom.
He definitely heard the click of the door shutting.
“Oh, yeah,” Tyler drawled as he curled his hand around Kane’s shoulder.“Love has nothing to do with this.Why don’t you try telling that to yourface?Because, my friend, you look like hell right now.”
“Move the hand, Ty.”
Tyler moved the hand.“How about I order everyone sandwiches?And you can go get dressed yourself.Not like you can leave the hotel in just your jeans.”He looked at his watch.“By the way, Gray wanted me departing in an hour with your Ana.So, time is ticking.”
One hour?
One freaking hour?
Without another word, Kane stalked for the bedroom.He didn’t knock.He just threw the door open.
ChapterEighteen
Love hasnothing to do with this!
Well, sure, he could have just ripped her heart right out of her chest.Or Kane could have practically yelled those devastating words—which he’d done.Both had the same effect.
He shattered me.Because, for her, love had everything to do with her relationship with Kane.
Ana unbelted her robe.Blinked rapidly and tried to act as if her very soul didn’t ache.
The bedroom door flew open and banged against the wall.“We have to talk.”
Kane.Sure, he would have followed her.Right.Check.She turned away from him and finished stripping.Bonus, her hands only trembled a bit as she took her clothes from her go bag.
She pulled on new panties.A bra.Hauled on her jeans and a flowing, tunic-style shirt.Then her feet slid into a pair of ballet flats.
Done.
Her hair was still wet.She wore zero makeup.She should go find a blow dryer, and she should finish getting herself ready for the day.After all, who knew what exciting delights waited for her?Maybe another attempted murder?Or two?
“Ana.”Kane touched her shoulder.
She jumped.“You are way too big to move so soundlessly.Don’t make me put a bell on you.”She spun toward him.“Let me get the blow dryer out of the bathroom.”It was probably in there, somewhere.The blow dryers were always hidden in hotel bathrooms.“And then you can shower.”
“Ana.”A muscle flexed along his jaw.“Let me explain.”
“Explain what?”Too bright.Too fake.
“What youheard.”
“Oh, you mean when you said love had nothing to do with us?That bit?”She waved the words away.“Not like it’s anything I didn’t know already.I am quite aware that you don’t love me.”She’d been quite aware when she gave him the words as they’d been making love, and he hadn’t said anything back.
It was making love to me.
It was fucking to him.
“I have no regrets.”Ana stared straight into his eyes as she delivered this news.“Zero.I knew what I was doing, and I expected nothing in return from you.”Having no regrets didn’t mean that she felt no pain.She felt plenty of pain.
“Ana?”His hand lifted, as if he’d touch her, but he didn’t.His big hand sort of just hung in the air.
