She frowned. "But where would I go?"
"Back."
"Back where?"
I didn't know, and I didn't care. "Wherever you came from."
She made a sound of protest. "But I don't have a flight."
"Sorry, not my problem."
"Can I at least borrow your jet?"
"No."
"But why not?" she said. "It's just sitting there, waiting at the airport, right?"
Yeah. It was.But letting her use it would only encourage further visits – visits that I didn't wantorneed. "Whether it is or not," I said, "the answer's still no."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "Forget the jet. I can't leave yet anyway."
She was wrong.She could. And she would.
When my only reply was a cold look, she added, "I mean, we haven't had the chance to talk."
I didn't bother to hide my impatience. "About what?"
"Us."
"There is no us," I reminded her. "We're done. Remember?"
Sheshouldremember. It washerdoing. She'd wanted to take our relationship to the next level, and when I'd balked, she'd responded by trashing her own kitchen and storming off to Tuscany or wherever, expecting me to follow.
I hadn't.
She tried for a laugh. "Oh come on. It was just a disagreement. That's all."
A stack of broken dishes said otherwise. But that wasn't the issue. The issue was, our problems weren't the kind that improved over time. They were the kind that festered in private before ending in a public display that would embarrass me and my future kids, assuming I ever had any.
She moved closer and practically purred, "And come on. Youknowyou want it."
I'd returned my attention to the phone. "What?"
"Youknow." Her voice dripped with honey. "Makeup sex."
Yup. Subtle, all right.
I stopped scrolling and gave her a good, long look.
Now that she had my attention, she said, "Admit it. You still want me."
She was only half right. My dick said yes, but my brain said no. Sure, she was undeniably sexy, but I was done letting my lower brain make any decisions where Imogen was concerned.
We were done. Period.
Plus, there was something I needed to do, and it didn’t involve dragging Imogen along for the ride.
One way or another, she had to go.
