“Why are you here?” she demanded.
“I wanna talk to you?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” her response was too quick—abrupt. “I’m busy now. Try me another time.”
Okay maybe he deserved that. But he knew she wasn’t busy. He knew he had to convince her to hear him out. Alex was determined to say everything he came here to say to her tonight. And then he saw it. The movement behind her. His eyes zeroed in on a guy sitting at her small kitchen table looking equally as relaxed as Valerie texting something on his phone and there were two glasses of wine on the table.
Alex took him in for another second from top to bottom as the slow boil inside him began to bubble. The guy put his phone down then reached for the bottle of wine and poured them each a little more.
On instinct Alex put his hand on the door in case she even thought of trying to slam the door on his face. That wasn’t happening now. And any hope of this night ending amicably like he’d been optimistic about was instantly squashed. He turned to Valerie whose earlier incensed eyes looked a little panicked now. “Who the fuck is that?”