Where could she go? Where could she hide? Tyler would come after her, she was sure. Well, she didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear the honeyed words, the ridiculous explanation that would pour from his mouth. He was so well practised in the profuse apology that it meant nothing any more. She would get out of this place, and now. This time he’d gone too far. After the last fling, with his assistant Debbie, he’d promised her faithfully that he wouldn’t do this to her again. Well, he had, and she couldn’t stand it any more. The deceit had torn her into little pieces and she was done with him. It was only blind fury that was stopping the tears from rolling down Kirsten’s cheeks. They hung precipitously balanced on the edge of her eyelashes while she dared them to fall. She felt like she’d been hit in the stomach by a bowling ball, and it had driven the sour taste of that tepid, mass-produced turkey dinner back to her throat. Heaven knew, she hoped she’d been wrong this time.
