He’d blown up when Robert accused Kristen of sleeping around because it was a lie. In high school, the football players had dubbed her the ice princess because she’d never let anyone go all the way. He sensed a part of her was still holding back, fearful of getting too close, and he wanted to know why. “Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked. “My driver’s waiting. I can text him and tell him we’re ready. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” Her eyes were still closed, but her throat moved as though she was trying to swallow tears instead of shedding them. “I don’t care,” she said so softly he barely heard her. “I don’t care where we go. I just want to get out of here, away from him.” Seeing how deeply affected she was by her fiancé’s insult made Matt even more curious about their breakup. The guy seemed like a jerk, but did she still have feelings for him? Matt needed to know now before he fell harder. Taking her hand, Matt led her to the foyer. He gestured to a gilded, cream-colored bench seat in the upscale lobby, encouraging her to sit while he texted his driver.
