I already have two children, and I don't need another." She didn't let him see by so much as a flicker of an eyelash how humiliated she felt. Instead, she let her words drip with condescension. "You're married. How unfortunate." "Why? I can't imagine what possible difference that could make to you." She swept her eyes down over his body, then lingered for one long moment on his proper, gray-flannel-clad crotch. "I don't do married men." To her astonishment, he laughed, a short bark of sound. "But I'll bet you do everybody else, don't you?" His amusement infuriated her. Nobody laughed at her. Nobody. But before she could come up with a sufficiently cutting reply, he touched her chin with his index finger and said softly, "Ease up, honey. Life's good." "Mitch?" The expression that softened his blunt features as he turned his head toward the woman who had come up behind him was so warm and affectionate that Paige felt sick. She turned, too, and all the old emotions surged through her, making her bitterly regret giving into the loneliness that had led her here tonight.
