13

Lana pulled her ruby red convertible Ferrari into her reserved parking spot and flipped the ignition to off. She hadn’t submitted an official letter of resignation so her spot was empty, since technically it was still hers. She’d planned to give her notice today, but all that had changed when Matthew stormed from her home in a fit last night.

She dragged in a ragged breath as she gripped the steering wheel.

“What did I do?” She asked herself for what must have been the hundredth time. Long after Matthew’s departure, she’d tossed and turned, unable to sleep. At first, memories of their lovemaking had kept her up. The sex had been explosive—mind numbing.

She’d had her share of lovers in the past, enough to know that her experience with Matthew had been special.

“Shit. That stupid word again,” she spat out, hating that it kept creeping back into her thoughts whenever she thought of him, which was every waki