“Is that anyway to greet your mother? Stop standing there with your mouth open. You’ll catch flies.” She pushed her way past Sadie not waiting to be invited in. In her mother’s hand was a suitcase. A very large one.
Shit.
* * *
Rhys couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he pulled into his driveway. Remembering how Sadie felt and the sweet taste of her lips would sustain him until the next time they saw each other. All was well with them again, and he couldn’t be happier. Love was a wonderful thing. He intended to sleep well tonight. It was late so Carys was probably home by now from her sleepover.
His smile faltered when he spotted a silver Porsche parked in his driveway. This didn’t look like one of Colin’s cars and he never showed up unannounced.
The moment he parked beside it, the driver’s side door of the other car popped open and a long shapely leg slid out and then a head full of flame red hair appeared.
No! Dammit. No!
Rhys cautiously got out of the car, his eyes narrowed. What the fuck?
The slender expensively garbed woman walked toward him with the confidence of a supermodel. She projected an air of sophisticated elegance. She was beautiful, but it was a superficial beauty that left him cold.
“Darling, you haven’t changed a bit. Are you still playing professor?”
His anger rose with each second in her presence. He didn’t know if there was a court that would convict him if he wrapped his hands around his her slender neck and snapped it like a twig. Fucking bitch. “Lacey, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, but you have ten seconds to get off my property. You’re not welcome here.”
She chuckled. “Still the same intense, Rhys. You don’t have to be so mean, you know, especially when I’ve come all this way to see my daughter.”
He was going to fucking kill her.