I mean, c‟mon, look at the gene pool.” His attempt at humor didn‟t sway her. In fact, she barely seemed to register his voice as she stared resolutely at the wall. Trying again, he reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. When she jerked as if he‟d struck her, he dropped his hand and sat back. “You know, maybe you‟re right. Maybe we shouldn‟t have had sex, because you‟re acting like someone I‟ve never met, never mind—” “I told you!” Rachel turned away, but not before he glimpsed the tears glistening on her lashes. “I told you this would screw us up, but you wouldn‟t listen.” Though he wanted to turn his back, her tears, as usual, hit him square in the gut. The lowest of low blows, especially when he had no clue what he‟d done to cause them. “Us having sex isn‟t the problem.” He searched for his patience, but realized he had none left. “You are.” “Of course I am. That I won‟t fall right in line with the Cooper/Griffin agenda must really get your shorts in a knot.”
