Page 196 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

“Henley,” he calls after me. “We are not finished.”

With my heart beating out of my chest, I push out through the heavy doors and storm to my car.

Fuck . . . just get me home.

Juliet

I watch through the kitchen window as Rebecca lies on a blanket in the morning sun in the back garden with Barry.

She’s strong.

It’s been days since that ungodly night where we caught her husband out. He’s begged for forgiveness and tried to force his way back into their house.

Blake won’t hear of it, won’t even let him drive in the street without waylaying him and threatening to kick his ass.

The joke of it is, after John got caught out that night, he went straight back to his mistress’s house. He’s still staying there now, clueless that, thanks to the Apple AirTag, we know his every move.

Rebecca has been staying with me, still not up to staying alone. If I’m honest, it’s helping me too. While she’s being brave, I still feel like my world is about to end.

I miss Henley. I miss the laughter we shared and the way he made me feel.

Rebecca is finally meeting with John this afternoon to discuss the future. She wanted to be stronger before she properly talked to him.

Hopefully now she is.

Knock, knock sounds at the door.

I flick the tea towel over my shoulder and open the door. “Blake.” I smile.

“Hi.” He smiles back. “You guys okay? I’m heading to the hospital to check in on some patients. Just wondering if you need anything.”

“We’re good.” Recently I’ve been seeing exactly what Chloe sees in the good doctor. He has a swoon factor of one thousand. “You know, for a gangbanging player . . . you are surprisingly attentive, Mr. Grayson.”

He chuckles. “Just checking in on you both.” He turns and walks down the front steps, and I follow him out. “How’s she doing . . . really?” he asks.

I shrug as we get to the mailbox. “She’s okay. I guess she’s had time to get her head around this long before it was actually confirmed as true.”

He nods as he listens.

“She’s meeting with him this afternoon to discuss what’s happening with them, so I guess she will know more after that.”

“What a fucking idiot he is.” He shakes his head in disgust.

“I know.”

Henley’s front door opens, and we both look up. He walks out, wearing a perfectly fitted navy suit and a crisp white shirt. His back is ramrod straight. He glances over at us and nods but then keeps walking to his car. With my heart in my throat, I watch as he drives past us without so much as a wave.

My heart sinks. He really doesn’t care.

“Don’t mind him . . . he’s . . .” Blake shrugs. “Sorting through some stuff right now.”

I roll my lips so I don’t say something snarky.

“He’s a good man, Juliet.”

My eyes search his. “Is he?”

“Don’t give up on him.”

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