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repressed desire. More than anything he wanted her back in his arms, wanted her straddling his lap, rubbing her pussy against his erection, driving him half fucking mad with need.
    It took long moments before his breath evened and the pain in his dick eased enough to allow him to move. When he did, it was to roll to his side, bend his arm and rest his head in his hand as he gazed at her in the shadows.
    “You must think I’m completely crazy,” she whispered.
    A million replies filled his head, but he went for the most honest one. “Not completely. Just a little bit. But then who wouldn’t be after what you’ve just been through?”
    “I wasn’t supposed to go to his room.” She spoke to the ceiling. “We’d agreed not to see each other before the wedding. But I…I cheated. I couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to.”
    Andrew couldn’t help himself. He ran a hand over her cheek, pushing back a silky strand of hair that fell across her face.
    “I was horny,” she told the ceiling. “And a little tipsy. I wanted Declan. I’d…missed him.”
    Jealousy ripped through Andrew’s gut. “No harm in that. He’s your fiancé.”
    “Was my fiancé.” Her eyes shimmered again. This time, instead of kissing him, she let a tear escape. It spilled over and trailed down her cheek.
    He caught it on his fingertip.
    “Have you ever broken a woman’s heart, Andrew?”
    “I guess I have.” A few times. But always face-to-face, and never a fiancée’s heart. He’d never met a woman he’d loved enough to imagine spending his life with her.
    He wiped the tear on his shirt before returning his hand to her cheek, finding it difficult to break the physical contact. “How about you? Ever broken a man’s heart?”
    “I’ve had relationships before. Ended them when I realized they weren’t working. But…but I’ve never agreed to marry a man and then made plans to run hours before the wedding.” She finally swung her gaze to meet his. “I’ve also never broken up with a guy without telling him. He has a right to know, a right to be told—by me.” She gave an empty snort. “I had the right to be told. I should have been told. By Declan.”
    “Apparently Declan didn’t play by your rules.” The name tasted sour on his tongue.
    She shook her head slowly. “Apparently he didn’t. Or apparently he never knew my rules. I kind of assumed he was going to spend the rest of his life with me. Does assuming all of this make me stupid?”
    “Nope. Already told you, he’s the stupid one. You’re the sexy one.”
    “Then it must make me naïve. Funny that, I never saw myself as naïve before tonight.”
    What the hell?
    Had her ex’s actions made this beautiful woman question herself? She should be incensed by his behavior, not perplexed by her own. The urge to punch him had Andrew’s hand curling into a fist. “It makes you trusting. And human.” Both qualities he’d admire and desire in a woman he chose to marry.
    “Yeah? Well, trusting and human feel pretty shitty right now.” Another tear spilled from her eye, and he brushed it off her cheek. “You know what I don’t get?”
    “What?”
    “Why he wouldn’t tell me. Why he discussed it with his friend but never thought to discuss it with me. His fiancée. The woman he was supposed to be closer to than anyone else in the world.” A world of hurt rang through her voice. “Why’d he tell Noah? Why couldn’t he speak to me about it?”
    Because he’s a brainless, grade-A prick . “I can’t answer that, sweetheart.” He wasn’t about to justify or explain the dickwad’s behavior.
    “Yeah? Me neither. Maybe if I could, I wouldn’t be feeling like a worthless pile of dog poop now.”
    Every muscle in Andrew’s body tensed. If the asshole of an ex-fiancé walked past them now, Andrew would rip him a new one. He might not know him, but he hated the man with a rabid intensity.
    “Funny, you don’t smell like dog poop.” He leaned in close, inhaling