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“Why?” Aaron wanted to know. “Is she hot?”

Tom could’ve hugged his son. “Oh, sure,” he said readily. “She’s a pretty little thing. Short and petite with long, dark hair. Of course, the redhead he had before her, last week, was better looking, in my opinion. That one had really big...” He started to cup his chest before he remembered his wife and youngest daughter were also present.

“Tom!” Maxine scolded, glaring accusingly. “It’s a woman’s character that’s important. Don’t you dare go teaching our son the size of one’s...anatomy has anything to do with it.”

“Sorry,” Tom mumbled. “But it’s not my fault the boy goes through more exotic women than some people go through toilet paper.”

He looked fully at Lenna then.

Head bowed, she pushed her mashed potatoes across her plate with her fork, but didn’t eat. Her face had drained completely of color, the skin over her cheeks strained taut and tense. He almost looked devastated.

Good. It served her right for betraying her own father.

CHAPTER 21

Lenna wasn’t sure what she wanted to do first, curl into a ball and cry, or confront Braxton and kick the piss out of him.

He’d lied to her. She’d suspected another woman in Paris, but she’d been stupid in love and had talked herself out of the notion.

It was true, though. She couldn’t reject the facts now. He’d been seeing other people all along.

And here, she’d been ready to tell her father the entire truth tonight.

The betrayal that tore through her made her hands shake and her breathing escalate. Braxton had cheated on her...and not just with one girl.

He’d been with a lot, from the sound of it. Nothing she’d ever shared with him meant anything.

All the times they’d been together, all the nights they’d curled in bed and held each other ‘til dawn, talking for hours upon hours...it was meaningless. That’s what hurt the most.

As she approached his brownstone, her heart thumped against her ribcage. A black mustang sat parked in front of his place.

Oh, God, there was someone with him right now. She’d just caught him in the act.

Lenna’s fingers turned to ice. She was tempted to keep driving. But, no. She had to do this. She had to see his deceit with her own eyes.

She parked at the curb across the street and stayed in her car for a second to steady her breathing. Didn’t help. In fact, the more she thought about him in there with a busty little brunette, the more distressed she became.

Tears threatened; she decided she’d better act now before they started. Straightening her spine, she squared her shoulders and pushed out of the car.

As soon as she reached his door, she’d already fisted and lifted her trembling hand, ready to pound.

It took him almost a minute to answer.

Wondering if he was taking so long because he had to put his clothes on, she pressed her palm to her quaking stomach.

The door opened; her eyes flashed over his attire, but nothing appeared to have been thrown on in haste. He was in nice jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and even wore shoes. To Lenna, he looked magnificent.

That hurt too, that he could look so lovable and handsome while he so ruthlessly stabbed her in the back.

“Lenna?” He jerked back in surprise and then smiled, stepping toward her. The jerk actually smiled at her. “What’re you doing here? It’s Sunday. Didn’t you go to your family night thing?”

Lenna evaded him before he could touch her.

He halted and blinked. “Lenna? What’s wrong?”

She bit down on the back of her teeth so hard she could hear them creak under the strain. Hands fisted down at her side, she hissed, “I just came to tell you what a vile piece of scum I think you are.”

“What?” His mouth fell open; the breath whooshed from his lungs.

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