Once they were in his truck she turned in her seat to stare at him. He was still frowning. “What was that about?” she asked. “What?” he asked, but his expression was angry. He knew. Damn it, he knew! “You tell me no? No, I can’t return a call if I choose to? Seriously?” “To your ex-husband? The man who ripped your heart out without a second thought?” he asked. “Yes, I’m serious!” She thought maybe he was driving a little faster, his hands gripping the wheel. “We’ll talk about this when we get back to your apartment,” she said. It was a quick trip back to Matt’s home. It was a perfectly adequate one-bedroom apartment but there were obvious reasons why he wasn’t comfortable there. For one thing, once his wife had taken what she wanted, he hadn’t bothered to replace much. The bedroom set, a very masculine and heavy bed and dressers, he had purchased for himself after the apartment was nearly emptied of furniture. He had a TV and sectional but all the things that made a house a home were missing.
