“We can wait till tomorrow,” Alex suggested. It was late, she was tired, so was Will. She started to exit the room.
“And let this wrack my brain all night?” he returned stepping forward to stop her.
“It’s not the time,” she tried insisting. All the while, a sinking, fateful feeling gnawed at her belly.
“The party’s over, Alex. I’ve got all night.”
Just what she needed at that hour, she thought to herself. How many times would she end up in this situation, the two men that had delightfully and not so delightfully dominated her for the past seven years, staring at her waiting for her to fess up. Reggie so cool, the bastard, having started this in the first place. And Will about to get hurt again at the end of what should have been a glorious triumph. There was no way to make the best of
