But it didn’t wash away the bitter, churning emotions. Maria Rossi. I should have known I didn’t stand a chance against her. Pushing her wet hair back, Anna tilted up her face as if seeking clarity in the stream from the shower. But hadn’t Nick assured her he was “just friends” with his former mistress? “Just friends,” growled Anna, reaching for the shower gel, “We all know what that means to you, Nick, don’t we?” And yet, it just didn’t seem possible. It didn’t seem like him at all. Yes, he was notorious as a connoisseur of glamorous women, and she accepted that he’d probably slept with a whole raft of the most stunning beauties in Europe. But to sleep with one while still involved with another? Well, that just didn’t seem like his style. It went against everything she’d ever fundamentally believed about him. Even though she’d made mistakes with respect to Nick and his actions and motives, she did believe that at core he had values and decency.
