Sarah crawled away in search of her clothes. Clutching them to hide her chest, she stared up. “Hate? I don’t know. It wasn’t what I—” she stopped there. She’d begged him to take her back. Obviously, the romance with a happy ending was just a foolish dream, a picket fence mentality. Neither Alexander nor Jeremy were willing to satisfy her relentless yearning.
“You know, you can come back, Sarah,” Jeremy said. She was dressed and ready to say goodbye. “I’ll give you the best bed of thorns around. You can’t deny it turns you on. And if you do what I told you to do in the first place and get rid of your husband, you might actually get your heart’s desire.”
He didn’t say he’d be the one to give her what she wanted. He probably left that part out on purpose. But the truth was now clear as glas
