"I can't believe you just said that."
"Jesus, Anna, what am I doing wrong now?"
"You're an asshole. That's what's wrong." The curse felt strange on her tongue, but there was no other word for Cole, for the way he was behaving, for what he was implying. "But you know what the really amazing thing is?" Steam all but blew out of her ears. "Not that you just treated me like a whore. But that you don't even seem to realize you've done it."
An instant later, cool calm came over her, sealing her cells from Cole's heat. And from the pain. She should never have taken a risk with Cole, should never have let him take her to the edge, should never have jumped off while holding his hand.
She'd never make that mistake again.
Never.
In a perfectly rational voice, she said, "I understand if you'd like to see your grandmother this morning. I'll wait in the car, and when you're done we can go get a divorce." She put the key back in the ignition and waited for him to pull on to the road.
The air grew heavy and still as the seconds ticked down in silence. She wouldn't let herself notice the bright blue sky, the jackrabbit running across the empty road, wouldn't let herself feel anything at all.
"I'm sorry, Anna."
She forced herself to shrug as if she didn't care either way. "Okay."
It wasn't, of course. How could it be? But she absolutely refused to break down in Cole's car. At least not until he went into the hospital to see his grandmother and she was alone, with enough time to repair the damage before he returned.
"No, it isn't."
His words were soft and so genuine that they almost scaled the walls around her heart before she could halt their progress.
"You're right. I'm an asshole. The biggest one on the planet. And I hope one day you'll forgive me for saying what I said. Especially when I've never, not for one second, thought of you that way." He bit off a curse. "I know that your forgiveness will probably be a long time coming, but my grandmother can't wait for that."
She had to close her eyes and tighten her hands into fists if she was to have a prayer of resisting the plea she knew was coming.
"I'll do anything, grovel any way you want me to, if you'll just come see my grandmother with me this morning. Please, Anna. Not for me. Not because I deserve it. But because she's one of the best people I've ever known. And because she didn't deserve to be stuck with a grandkid like me."
It was his last sentence that broke her.
"I'll go," she said. "And then I want a divorce."
Chapter Eight
"You're even prettier than I thought you'd be." Anna was immediately enveloped in Eugenia Taylor's arms. "Such a beautiful girl for my little boy."
Thinking that Cole was anything but little--everywhere--Anna blushed and said, "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor." Despite her illness, his grandmother was very pretty, with dark skin and exotic eyes. Anna suddenly had a flash of a baby girl with those same eyes in a tanned face.
No! She was only faking this meeting for his grandmother's sake and then they were going to get an immediate divorce. What was wrong with her, dreaming of children that looked like Cole's grandmother?
"We have a surprise for you, Grandma."
He reached for Anna's left hand and threaded his fingers through hers so that her diamond ring shone through. Despite everything he'd said to her in the car--despite the way he'd repeatedly hurt her--her body instinctively reacted to the brush of his skin against hers.
"We're married."
His grandmother's eyes flashed. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
Anna could see where Cole got his fearsome scowl.
"We didn't plan it. But we just couldn't wait another day, Grandma."
His grandmother's intelligent eyes moved from his face to hers. "Are you pregnant, Anna?"
Anna shook her head so fast the room spun. "No. I couldn't be."
"What she means," Cole said quickly, "is that we both wanted to make our union legal before we started our family."
Anna could barely swallow the bile rising into her throat at the lies he was spinning out one after another to this wonderful woman in the hospital bed. God, if she'd only known how good he was at lying when she'd met him, she never would have married him.
At least, that's what she tried to convince herself.
Because the alternative--that she wouldn't have been able to resist him, no matter what
--wasn't something she wanted to believe about herself.
"Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
Anna tried not to flinch at the endearment. "Yes. Right." She forced something she hoped resembled a smile.
His grandmother's eyes narrowed slightly, but then she smiled. "I want to hear everything. How did you meet? When did you know that you were meant to be together forever?"