He’d been knocked from behind and thrown head first into the boards. This was worse. He stood there staring at her. She’d slapped him with something he simply couldn’t wrap his head around. Was she joking? She’d had an affair that ended her marriage?Fifteen years he’d agonized about a meaningless quickie in the back of his car with someone who wasn’t Wil. It had taken fifteen years for her to speak to him again, and she still held it against him. Why wouldn’t she? It was a backhanded thing to do to the girl you loved. Wil was the kind of person who did everything by the book. He’d grieved over the fact that she was going to be married for life and have a half dozen kids. Any hope of getting her back had ended. Now her marriage ended because of her—the woman who didn’t have it in her nature to cheat. Because of her lack of judgment. Because of her lack of self-control.“Christ, Wil.” He shook his head and frowned. “I didn’t ask you to tell me you love me and I didn’t ask for you to propose to me.”“Well, my mistake.”
