She sat in her car for a full five minutes, trying to decide what she should do before she summoned the courage to go inside. "Where have you been?" Donovan's voice oozed concern. "I was so worried!" Gloria stiffened when he pulled her into his arms in a fierce embrace the second she opened the door. His touch repulsed her now. Strange how she'd once turned to him for comfort, and now she couldn't bear to even look at him. Betrayal was a bitter pill to swallow. She left the door open when he would have closed it behind her. "What are you doing here, Donovan? I told you to leave yesterday." He had the gall to look surprised. "Where else would I be? I know you didn't really mean it when you told me to get out. We're soul mates." Oh, no. He did not pull that puppy dog-eye crap with her. Not after she’d found him in her bed screwing her best friend. "Of course I meant it," she snapped, shoving him away from her and stalking away. "Get out. You can get your things tomorrow while I'm at work and leave the key under the mat." "Can't we at least talk about this?
