“I want to refine my search for a house. Are you free for lunch tomorrow? I have some
things I want to talk about.”
She paused, immediately thinking he was trying to make another date, but something
in his voice convinced her otherwise.
“Sure. Text me the time and place.” She paused again. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, long day. See you tomorrow.”
She hung up and turned back to Richard.
“There is someone else. Don’t try to lie.”
“That was a client.”
The disgusted
humph
made her want to slap him.
“What kind of client calls after ten?”
“The kind that is a friend. Someone who wants to make plans. Someone who knows that
I don’t mind late-night calls.” She recrossed her arms. Time to end it. For good.
He stared at her with eyes burning. “I’ve felt it for months now. You’ve been pulling
away, and I’ve been trying to hold on. I guess I’m too late.”
His eyes darkened and new wrinkles spread around them. Indy’s stomach fluttered and
she clutched her phone in her hand. He’d never given her any reason to fear him. He
was controlling and manipulative, but never violent.
“No one else can give you what I can. Be careful who you choose to be with.” He snatched
the bouquet of roses from the table. “And remember. I always take what’s mine.”
He stormed out the door and she stood silently. What the hell was that? She inhaled
deeply and locked the door. Good riddance.
I always take what’s mine.
What was he talking about? Would he want the gifts he’d given her? He could have
the ugly-ass furniture he’d insisted on getting for the living room. She stripped
her clothes off in the middle of the room and tossed her T-shirt on the white leather
couch.
The move would’ve driven Richard crazy.
Everything has its place.
She smiled and threw her panties on the coffee table.
She hadn’t felt so free in a really long time.