Wanted by Her Lost Love. Maya BanksЧитать онлайн книгу.
leave me alone.”
His lips thinned and then he got up and walked away without another word.
She stared down at her plate, furious that he acted like the victim. As if she was some horrible, ungrateful bitch.
Fury and aching sadness knotted her throat. How could she ever get past what he’d done to her? Maybe he was just as determined not to forgive her for her supposed transgressions, but Kelly was the innocent one in this whole sordid mess. Ryan had turned his back on her. He didn’t seem to want to acknowledge that little fact.
She fiddled with her remaining food, pushing it around her plate until restlessness forced her to her feet.
Wandering aimlessly back into the living room, she stopped in front of the large window offering a view of the Manhattan skyline.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet,” Ryan said from behind her.
She sighed and turned around, shocked to see him in just a towel. She swiveled back to the window, but the image burned in her eyes. His broad chest rippled with well-defined muscles and his lean abdomen was sculpted like a fine work of art. She used to spend hours exploring the dips and curves of his body.
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” he said in a low voice. “I guess I didn’t give it a thought considering our past relationship.”
She had the ridiculous urge to laugh. Embarrass her? The only embarrassing thing was how her mind was currently wandering way below the makeshift waistline of his towel.
And of course, in his arrogance, he would assume—considering the “nature of their relationship”—that he could cavort about in the nude.
Drawing up her shoulders, she turned around again and stared coolly at him. “If you think because we were once lovers that you can take up where we left off, you’re sadly mistaken.”
He blinked in surprise and then anger replaced the surprise. “God, Kelly. Do you think so little of me that I would try to force you into a sexual relationship when you’re pregnant and unwell?”
“You don’t want to know the answer to that.”
He swore long and hard. “What makes you think I would ever want to sample my brother’s secondhand goods anyway?”
She balled her hands into fists and forced a careless reply. “Well, since your brother didn’t mind, I assumed it was a family trait.”
His blue eyes became ice chips and his jaw twitched spasmodically. Then he spun around and disappeared into his bedroom, the sound of the door slamming reverberating throughout the apartment.
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