Pain reverberated from her chest, and spots appeared before her eyes. The room started to spin as she blinked, trying to control the onslaught of fear that pummeled at her. She realized she was holding her breath. It took tremendous effort on her part, but she finally gulped in air. Randy must have sensed her distress because he trailed his fingers down her spine. Usually, that gave her support, let her know that everything was going to be okay. This time, she knew Randy would side with Sean. And Sean, well, he had lost his bloody fucking mind. “What the bloody hell are you talking about?” Sean shared a glance with his sister, which ticked her off even more. This woman wasn’t a romantic rival, but they had a connection Jaime could not deny. And she was left out of it. He had kept that bit of information from her—just like he always did. There was part of her that understood why he did it, but her heart didn’t want to be reasonable.
