“Wouldn’t dream of it, Jules,” he mutters.
His eyes bore into mine, pulling me under. I forget how to breathe.
I can do this, I tell myself.
“It’s just breakfast,” Corbin smirks as I involuntarily shift closer.
My hip brushes against the front of his pants, and… oh, God, bad idea. It might kill me. Being this close to him after what happened last night might actually kill me.
“I can do breakfast.” I lift my chin. “Then, I’m out of here.”
His lips are inches from mine when he murmurs, “I forgot how good you look first thing in the morning.”
My stomach flips, and I glance down at my wrinkled blouse. “Even with this mess?”
His gaze darkens. “No.” He shakes his head, voice dropping. “Naked in my bed.”
A sharp pulse beats between my ribs. My throat dries. “I… uh…”
Before I can completely combust, his hand falls away and he turns back to the stove like he didn’t just obliterate my sanity.
I take three steps back. Try to breathe. Try to pretend I’m fine. I’m fine. Totally fine.
The doorbell rings, a welcomed distraction.
“You mind getting that?” Corbin asks.
“Sure,” I click my tongue as I head toward the door, keeping my purse tucked to my side. Maybe I can make a run for it.
Tate hops off the stairs as I pass and hugs my leg before running into the kitchen.
When I open the front door, there’s a short-haired blond in a navy blazer and matching skirt. She looks uptight and stiff. Just like Corbin.
“Hi.” She waves awkwardly. “Is Corbin, uh, in?”
I nod and step out of the way. “Yep.”
The woman slips out of her shoes and hangs her purse on the entryway coat rack. Right next to Tate’s backpack. She’s been here before.
Last night slams into me. Corbin’s hands on my skin. My legs tangled with his. His mouth—
I swallow hard.
She must be Corbin’s new… whatever.
“Is he in the kitchen?” She gives me a forced smile.
I force one back. “Yep.”
My face feels hot. Stupid. Guilty. I had no idea he was seeing someone.
“Who are you?” she asks, frowning.
“Jules!” Corbin’s voice sails from the kitchen. “Who is it?”
“Oh.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “The ex-wife.”
Yep.
