Drew Hayworth leaned forward, his hands clasped loosely between his knees. “You’re married.”“Yes. But my husband is filing for a divorce.” Faith wondered if her excuse sounded as lame to him as it did to her.“Yet you had no way of knowing that was in the cards when you slept with Will Bridger.” Well, that certainly answered her question.“No.”“And it was more than just a one-night hookup?”“It was for me.” She felt the flush rise in her face. “As I said, we’d known each other before, but it hadn’t worked out. But when we were together, it just felt so right. I’m not entirely sure if it was the same way for him…“Wait.” She held up her hand. “Okay. That’s not entirely true. He said that what he felt for me was different.”“If that’s the case, you probably should have expected him to be pissed off when he found out there was a husband out there.”“ ‘An impediment,’ ” Faith murmured.He lifted a blond brow, inviting elaboration.“It’s from Jane Eyre.
