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"That's exactly what it means. And he left everything to me, which includes taking care of you and Deb. Which is what I'm doing."
Ace nodded. "What time is Mom home?"
I looked at my watch. "Clay said around eleven. He picked her up at the airport and they're on their way."
"So, in an hour?"
"Yeah."
"I guess we'll see her at breakfast."
I watched Ace leave after he finished his drink. I poured myself another, and then another.
And then I did something even more monumentally stupid. I spent the night with Isha.
Chapter 10
Isha
Iwas in love with Rowan Ledger. I was a daft idiot. That's what I was. How the bloody hell had I fallen in love with that prick?
I'd let him touch me, be intimate with me, and the only reason for that was that I was in love with him. I would never have allowed a bloke to get that far with me otherwise.
I felt foolish, and dropped my face into the pillow. I was leaving tomorrow. I'd never see Rowan again. This was it. The end of a love story even before it began. I should've let him take me against the wall. I would at least have some good memories then and not just regret.
You'd let a man use you like that? Yes. Lord, you're so pathetic, Isha.
I felt the first brush of tears at the impossibility of my situation. I sobbed into the pillow, wishing things were different. Wishing I'd met a nice man in London, a simple man, someone who wasn't Rowan.
But I saw him. His layers. The wanting. The not having. The desire to set his brother free. The ass! I wanted to tell Rowan that I never dated Ace, that it was all fake, but I didn't think he would believe me. He'd think I was lying to get with him.
I heard the door to my room open, and I knew it was him, even though my face was buried in the pillow. I could sense him, feel his eyes staring holes into me.
I heard a rustle of clothes, and then felt a dip in the mattress as he got into bed with me. He tugged me to him, his chest against my back. A tremulous breath came out of me, and I let the tears fall.
"Shh." He pulled me into him, and I turned and buried my face in his chest. "No more, sweetheart. No more. I can't stand to hear you cry."
He stroked my back as he held me, his hands gentle as they slid under my tank top. He pushed his hand under the elastic of my pajama shorts and cupped my ass, pulling me closer.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered softly. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Please stop crying."
It took a while before the tears stopped. I couldn't understand what was happening.
"I never cry, so it's…I don't know what's wrong with me."
He chuckled. "Maybe because you've been spending too much time with an asshole like me."
I nuzzled his chest, and I felt his lips move against my hair.
"Why am I feeling like this?"
"Like what?"
I shook my head, unable to explain the storm inside me. "It's confusing."
"For me, too."
I lifted my head to look at him in the moonlight streaming through the windows.
