Varden shut the door to the bedroom of the packhouse, feeling exhausted and pissed as hell. He couldn’t understand why he did it, but he had gone to the club and had spent the last two hours sulking as he waited for her.
Just why had he done that? As if that hadn’t been humiliating enough, she hadn’t shown up, and the blown up bimbo from the other night had made her way over to him, further dampening his already crazy mood.
Varden had been forced to leave when it had been apparent that Lexie wasn’t going to show up. It had taken him a lot, not to go search her out at the restaurant.
“Darn i***t!” He cursed at himself as he stripped off the wet clothes from his body, tossing them into the hamper. As if his humiliation wasn’t enough, the rain had decided to treat him to a nice waterfall o
