The hurt in her eyes wrung his gut, but what did
she expect? The hair covering her forehead fell into her eyes. They were red
and watery as if she'd been crying.
Right now, he didn't give a damn. She deserved a
taste of what he'd gone through since he found out how she'd duped him.
She sniffed and pressed the corners of her eyes,
then cleared her throat. “We need to talk.”
“You keep saying that, but nothing you tell me is
going to make a difference.”
Amoy folded her arms and lifted her chin. “So
you're condemning me without even trying to find out what happened.”
“We both know what happened.” His dull response turned
nasty along with his thoughts. “You tricked me.”
“For heaven's sake, Russ, can you stop playing the
victim long enough to listen to me?”
His voice was louder than intended when he
answered, “You don't get to talk to me like that.”
Amoy glared at him. “And you don't get to write me
off without giving me a chance to—”
“A chance to do what, Amoy? Justify cheating me?
Making yourself feel better about what you've done?”
Her skin was pale and her full lips drooped as if
it was the end of the world. In a sense it was. Nothing would be the same for
him.
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