Oh, God. Shock washed over her. Icy. Sickening. She had to leave. Now.
Before she could turn and get the hell out, Jesse caught sight of her, pulled free of the blonde's ass, and shoved the bottle aside with a creative string of curses.
Kimber didn't wait to see if he was going to dress first orchase her down the hall wearing nothing but a condom.
She made it to the hall before he came at her, white bath towel around his waist, and pushed her back into her empty bedroom.
"Shit, babe. Oh, hell. I—"
"Don't say anything." She closed her eyes, but still kept seeing the scene in her mind.
"I'm sorry. This doesn't mean anything. She doesn't mean anything!" Kimber flashed ahead to her future. If she actually married Jesse, she had a feeling she'd be hearing those words a lot. And he'd actually mean them…in his way. But she couldn't change a man who, deep down, didn't want to give up his wild-child ways.
