That didn’t stop her stomach from heaving until the painful cramps produced nothing but dry heaves. She couldn’t help doing so. She’d never felt so used, so betrayed. Not even when Quinton told her she wasn’t the kind of woman he wanted to build his future with. They’d gotten together their first week on the project, stayed together when they re-upped for another two years in the Peace Corps and remained a couple for four years. They vacationed together, met each other’s families and he’d been the first man she’d ever taken into her body. He’d told her he loved her. She’d said the same. She’d felt the same, but the night they discussed what they were going to do once their current commitment to the Corps was over, it had ended. He’d told her that she’d been good for him, that she’d made his time in the Peace Corps better, but he was moving on. He’d seen her as a convenient friend and bed partner for four years, even though he’d said he loved her. He’d played her and she hadn’t even known it.
