Page 159 of Sin City Lights

“Why, Adam?” she whispered hoarsely.“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He looked into her eyes, willing her to read what was inside him, what he felt for her—the only woman who had ever made him feel this way.

“I thought I could find her and get the divorce before I had to tell you. Ian has been helping me, but we haven’t been able to locate—”

“Oh, Adam.” Her fingertips left his cheek, and suddenly, he felt cold.

She started to get up.

He gripped her arm.

She shook her head.“Please.”

How many times had she uttered that word in the throes of passion?

Now, that defeated, toneless way in which she said it chilled him far more than the temperature of the room.

He forced himself to disengage his fingers from where he held her in a death grip and clenched his jaw so hard he heard his teeth grind.“Eve.”

There was so much more to say. That he had hoped to rid himself of his problem before it became one for the both of them. That he hadn’t wanted to let Ingrid’s shadow darken any other part of his life. That things had been so good between him and Eve, and they could be even better. He knew that in his soul.

But now Eve had turned away, and she was…

Fuck.

She was going for her suitcase.

“Eve.”

She calmly placed the case on the bed, her fingers shaking slightly as she fumbled with the zipper.

Adam raked a hand through his hair.“You said you’d hear me out.”

She opened the dresser drawer and picked up a stack of clothes.“What else is there?”

“I’ve started to conduct a divorce by publication. I plan to serve the summons and complaint in theNevada Legal News. The court will consider the divorce uncontested if she doesn’t respond.”

She caught his gaze and held it.“And if she does?”

His stomach rolled.

“She won’t.” He swallowed. He bowed his head.“I’m pretty sure she won’t. If she does, I’ll make her sign the papers. Why are you packing? Come back to bed.”

She shook her head slowly.

He held his hand out. “Please.”

“I need… This is a lot. I need some time to process all of this. And I can’t do that here. I’m going to… I have to go home.”

Shit.

Adam closed his eyes, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose. This was going exactly as he’d feared.

She threw her hiking boots into the suitcase. “Call me a taxi, please.”

“You want to go now? In the middle of the night? We’re flyinghome on Monday.”

She shook her head.“Please, Adam. Just…” She ended on a sob.“I can’t stay until then. I’m going to the airport and flying home from there.”

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