Keeping eye contact, he pinched the knees of his suit trousers, hunkered low and gathered her belongings, putting them back into her purse.
“Jamie.” The woman joined his side, placing a hand on his shoulder before he rose to his full height.
His shoulders drew back in that confident way that always turned heads.
When he held her purse out in the space between them, her insides melted. That kindness she’d once known pulled her in deeper and the dimple she could never resist dented his cheek.
Without a word, she took her bag from him, nodded, and turned on her heels.
Misplaced hurt drove her to the ladies’ room, her heart heavy after she’d pushed him into another woman’s bed.
Pushing past a line of impatient women, Shannonstaggered toward the mirrors, struggling to keep herself upright.
Her stomach churned as her pulse pounded to match her frantic breathing.
“You okay?” an older woman asked, her coral fascinator perched atop her head like a neon mistake.
Shannon shook her head, gripping the sink for support. “I’m light-headed from the champagne and saw someone I really didn’t want to see today.”
“Go ahead, sweetheart. That stall’s free. Take my turn.”
“Thank you.”
Shannon rushed into the stall, pressing her back against the closed door. The thought of Jamie with Miss Fancy Pants gnawed at her insides.
Damn it.
The past few weeks had been nothing short of hellish. Every single day, she regretted listening to Niall and telling Jamie to back off.
Maybe she should have called his bluff and waited to see if he actually cut her throat.
When Harry told her Niall would be gone for months, Shannon dared to imagine a future with Jamie in it…if he wanted her.
And now she knew what she’d always feared. He’d replaced her.
Outside the cubicle, the noise of gossiping voices stopped, and a faint giggle met hushed whispers.
“Shannon.”
Her breath hitched, and her body stiffened at the sound of Jamie’s raspy, deep voice.
“I’m using the toilet,” she said, her voice shaky.
“I’ll wait.”
“No…”
“I need to speak with you. Just five minutes. Please.”
She rotated toward the door, her palms pressed against it, and her forehead followed, leaning into it for support. “I have nothing to say.”
“Please, love. The whole time she sucked my dick, it was your mouth I was thinking about.”
Rage feathered her vision. Pure fury flooded her veins at the image he’d given her. Another woman had his dick in her mouth, touched him…made him come.
“Am I supposed to open the door and run into your arms now, Jamie?” Her voice strained, fighting the rush of emotions.
“Shannon. Open the fucking door. Talk to me. You told me to back off.”
