Chapter sixty

“No.” His single word hurt her even more, if that were possible, his refusal to soften it cheapening her more than she’d thought possible.

“So what was that all about?” Emma asked, gesturing to where they had lain, where he’d found her, held her, made love to her, forcing the confrontation,

steeling herself to hear the confirmation of her worst fears. “What just happened there, Alex?”

“Sex.” Black eyes stung her, a warning note in his voice telling her she’d crossed the line. His lips set in a rigid line as she shook her head, refused his

take on the history they’d so recently created.

“It was more than that and you know it,” Emma rasped, shocked by his callousness, reeling from the ferociousness of his sparse summing-up, yet refusing to buy it, because she knew there was more to him, had witnessed the real Alex only moments before, and all she knew was that she wanted him

back. “Alex, please, don’t do this...” Emma attempted, her hand reaching out for his arm, but he recoiled as if s