““I’m sorry.” “I’ve lost my appetite,” she stated flatly as she pushed away from her seat. “Kelly, don’t,” he protested. “You have to eat. Don’t let that cat ruin our dinner.” Her lips tightened in fury. “That cat seems to know an awful lot about our situation, wouldn’t you agree?” She turned from the table and stalked toward the entrance of the restaurant. As soon as she hit the lobby, she turned down the long corridor leading to their suite. Angrily, she jammed the card into the lock, swearing... when the light didn’t immediately flash green. She slammed the card in again and yanked at the handle when the telltale whir sounded. Once inside, she bolted the door behind her and went into her bedroom. She perched on the edge of the bed, and in the distance she heard knocking and then Ryan’s angry voice through the door. She was too angry to give a damn that he’d have to walk all the way around to the patio glass doors to gain entrance. She’d had enough of this farcical…hell, she didn’t even know what to call it this time around.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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