Chapter 3
Just like five years ago when Marco stormed out of her apartment, Aubrey had no idea what the hell had just happened. This was exactly why she just wanted to get in and get out of this godforsaken town. No good ever came from it.
It was her own fault, really. Like Marco so nicely threw back in her face, she said it was strictly business, yet she had to go and make it personal.
She ignored the tears threatening to pour out and got out of the car. She walked around to the driver seat and sat. She could still detect the masculine scent and warmth of his body on the interior. For a brief second, she allowed herself to lean in and inhale the delicious scent. Then with a tap of her finger, she lowered the window, letting the salt air decontaminate the space.
She looked at the clock
