Penny had never truly believed that Greg was down here in Sydney having cozy time with Rochelle. Not when the shock of hearing her name on the other end of the line had made her drop her phone in the street, only to have it subsequently run over by a kid on a skateboard, shattering it beyond repair. That had been shock pure and simple. Neither had she truly believed it when Hope had sworn a blue streak and told her she had to get on a plane to Sydney and give him a piece of her mind. She’d agreed to let her sister drive her at speed to the Billings airport, which ran a lunchtime service daily between there and Sydney. She’d barely made the plane, her heart pounding a mile a minute, because she’d been worried, yes, about what Rochelle answering Greg’s phone could possibly mean, but she’d never thought he might be sleeping with her, not even once for old time’s sake. He wouldn’t do that to her. Not Greg, who took being a gentleman so seriously that he’d once apologized for fucking her against the bathroom sink.
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