He muttered a curse full of regret for not going to Petra before she felt she had to come to him and headed out of his bedroom and down the hall barefoot and shirtless, buttoning the fly of his jeans on the way. He never should have left her in the first place, but he hadn’t been thinking in terms of what she might have needed at the time. He’d woken up and reacted to finding a man standing next to the bed in the dark. It had left him rattled. All the possibilities of what could have gone wrong had been running through his mind all morning. And when he started thinking of why Jude had been there and what he wanted, the rage Alex had woken up feeling had only become worse. Yes, he’d needed to get out of there and clear his head before he said anything worse to Petra than he’d already said. And yes he should have gone back and made things right with her sooner. But she was here, and damn if he wasn’t going to work his ass off to make it up to her. Only it wasn’t Petra who stepped out of the elevator a couple of minutes later.
