Only that morning, she'd been burning with resentment at Jason for ignoring her. Now she was almost convinced she had him practically eating out of her hand, pining away for the sight of her. Her mouth turned down at the corners as she got ready for bed that night. Pining away indeed! Who was she trying to kid? It should be patently obvious to even the most untried of hearts that Jason was a practiced charmer when it came to women and she was a fool if she let herself believe she was any different to him . . . which only brought her around to the subject of his wife. His wife. A pang of unexpected jealousy shot through her until she remembered he was no longer married. And he hadn't exactly sounded thrilled when he'd mentioned his wife, not at all. A tiny feeling of self-satisfaction pierced her sudden ill-humor but died just as swiftly. The elusive Jason Armstrong, as elusive as the man behind Cathryn James. He'd wasted no time in making sure she knew it--and still knew it, for that matter.
