Free The Passion Play by Amelia Hart Page A

big self – the weight of him far more that she could hope to sh ove outside physically – and remove it somewhere far enough away she would never have to look at it again.
    "Felicity," he said softly.
    She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Get out," she said with tired contempt at him, at herself, at the whole wretched situation.
    When she opened her eyes he stood outside the door, his eyes stormy, his nostrils flared and lips pressed together tight. He opened his mouth to say something else and she shut the door in his face, locked it, and went to the garage to drive to her appointment.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    He heard it from Carlos the following Saturday.
    "I saw Mrs K at a club last night."
    At the words he froze, then tried to act casual, raised a single eyebrow. "Yeah?"
    "Yeah. With a friend, dancing and laughing. It was good. Nice to see her cutting loose like that."
    "Cutting loose?"
    "Well you know. Mr K has his girlfriend, it would just be sad if Mrs K was all alone at home."
    "Did she take someone home with her?"
    "I don't know. I didn't stay that late. Have to be fresh for this morning."
    "Which club was it?"
    "That one on Lowe Street. You know it? Down at the end next to Cruisers. I only had one drink though."
    "Yeah, I know."
    "Ryan says he doesn't drink all season, but I think that's too much to ask, don't you think?"
    "Ryan's older. The older you get the more it affects you."
    That was all they said about her, but he couldn't help himself chewing over it endlessly. So she was still going out, just not to Vibe. Of course she was. Why wouldn't she? She was single now. She could do what she liked.
    He didn't have the right to even show an interest. He'd blown it more thoroughly than he'd imagined possible. He still couldn't believe his own idiocy. It was no excuse that being around her made it hard to think straight.
    Man, he had it bad. He'd gone into a warm daze just standing watching her brush her teeth, imagining he had the right to those sorts of casual intimacies. Seeing her in her own space, twitching from one spot to the next with authority – a sense of possession she'd never shown in Mr King's domain – was a revelation. She'd bossed him around, too, and made him smile to be told to come here, to stay, like he was a dog.
    Yeah, she could order him around as much as she liked. He'd be happy just to stay wrapped around her little finger, if she'd only have him there.
    But to watch her take charge, gear herself up for work, the efficient snap she had, made him realize he'd really only seen one side of her, and a small one at that: only how she was at her husband's place of work; and him not a very good husband. The sort of man who'd tell his wife off for a kindness, boss her around, cheat on her then leave her.
    It would hardly surprise him to know a woman was softer, more tentative under those circumstances.
    She hadn't hesitated to tear a strip off Luke, either. She was glib. She'd made him feel low as dirt. He still hadn't recovered from it, to tell the truth, but then that was her right. Everything she'd said was true. He had thought those things of her, and acted without asking for the truth. He'd made assumptions and done her wrong.
    Damned if he knew what to do about it now, either. He'd been stewing about it for days now. No chance of running into her by accident. If he went back to her house he'd move into the category of either major annoyance or stalker. That wasn't his aim.
    Now, showing up at the club where she was . . . was that stalking? He rather suspected so. If he was going to do something dodgy like that he'd have to be on his very best behavior. Do absolutely nothing to annoy her.
    What was the game plan here? What did he want to achieve when it came to Felicity King?
    He wanted her in bed, that was for sure. He wanted to please her there, so much she wouldn't want to leave. He'd had her on his mind for a long, long time. He reckoned it would take a real while to be done with