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“Yeah, you did fuck it up,” I said.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but my mother has always sort of treated me like a prince. Perhaps that wasn’t ideal.”
“Hmm, I had noticed that,” I said neutrally.
He laughed and shook his head, trying to wipe his eyes on his T-shirt.
“You tried to tell me so many times I was full of it, in such a nice, sweet way too, but I was too stubborn to listen. I am so, so sorry for everything I did.”
His eyes met mine and I felt that old, familiar buzz begin to grow between us, as I saw that raw emotion in him.
But how could I go back?It was impossible, ridiculous to think we could ever build something new after obliterating what we had.
“Think nothing of it,” I said. “Think of us as friendly co-workers now. Or friendly co-habitaters now. Or whatever it’s called when your ex-husband lives in your home.”
I put Julian carefully on his back in the crib and Ambrose rose from the bed. Then I walked out the door, and for amoment, just a moment, Ambrose held my arm, his breathing fast, passionate, my back tingling as I felt him behind me.
“I love you,” he said in a low tone, his breath rustling the hairs on the back of my neck. “Desperately. Madly. Give me another chance.Please.”
“Goodnight, friend,” I said sternly, pulling my arm gently away and heading down the hallway as quickly as I could at 39 weeks.
It was none of Ambrose’s business that I was horny.
And it was definitely none of his business that I didn’t feel merelyfriendlytoward him.
But once back in my bed I could not go to sleep.
Once again, that same throbbing heat between my legs tortured me.
Twisting my body, I slipped fingers past the band of my panties.
But when I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of Ambrose’s breath across my throat still. Felt the press of his fingers on mine.
Fuck
I decided to walk about in the garden a little bit. Maybe that would clear my head. Make me stop thinking about just fucking Ambrose, just a good old-fashioned fucking dirty fuck.
I could not stop thinking of the feel of his hands on me, how they had felt slipping under the band of my top.
I neededsomethingto distract me from these insane third trimester hormones.
And just as I wandered into the front yard, two huge, bright beams of light shone on me, and I heard a loud, screechy voice say, “Oh, I seeoneof us was able to keep her figure. You’ve let yourself go, Indi.”
She revved her engine.
“Hello, Astrid,” I said.
CHAPTER 15
Indi
“I’m still pregnant, dumbass,” I said, blinking in the sudden bright glare from Astrid’s headlights.
“What, are you eating for four?” she screeched. “Just wait until Finn sees you now.”
“He’dstillwant to fuck me and not you,” I said irritably. “Give it up, Astrid. You need to go. Surrender to the police. They're looking for you.”
I began to feel a little stab of fear as she revved her engine, her long red nails digging into the steering wheel.
