shot at him… she knew it as well as he did.
“That’s my Grandmother’s house… left to me in her will,” he said quietly against her temple.
Again she stiffened in his arms. “Fine. Then we can sell it and split any profits but I have to warn you, the neighborhood has gone downhill since you saw it last,” she spat between her teeth as she pulled back away from him again and then out of his arms completely.
“Let me think about it… I’ll call you next week,” he said. Her eyes flashed with anger and a passion that stole his breath.
“I don’t need your permission to get a divorce, TJ,” she said angrily. “Never again will you convince me to do anything … including remaining married to your dumb ass. I’m done with that shit."
“Getting my permission is almost as fun as not getting it… if I remember correctly,” he replied.
He truly expected her to slap the stupid out of him. When she didn’t but instead shot daggers at him with her icy stare, he continued, “What? Chris not man enough to make you behave or is he too old to wear your ass out?”
As if to prove her point about being done with him, she didn’t say a word and instead stomped away leaving him standing alone on the dance floor. Then she made a point of sitting on Chris’ lap and kissing him full on the mouth just to drive it all home for TJ. What a little liar she was .
That quiver in her bottom lip in response to his sexually charged words gave her away every time. He affected her as badly as she did him… some ten years later.
Chapter Three
Damn his hide. The week since returning from Tommy and Dana’s renewal ceremony in Nashville had been pure hell and Sherri knew why. TJ Simons.
It was as though the past decade had been more of a pause in their disastrous relationship than the end of it and the beginning of something different. He might still be in Nashville physically but he was really here… in her head, in her dreams and in her stupid heart. Still.
Kicking the sheet back in frustration, she got out of the bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Maybe it was time to call Chris and make him earn the right to annoy her friends at parties.
It had been painfully obvious that the group merely tolerated Chris for her benefit at Tommy and Dana’s reception. They had gladly welcomed TJ back into the fold as though he’d never left while attempting to avoid Chris whenever possible.
In their defense, Chris did have moments that could be downright irritating, so the least he could do was make up for those annoyances in her bed.
The only problem was that sex with Chris wasn’t going to measure up to the memories of the passion found in TJ’s arms that seeing him again had drudged up and she knew it. Hence the anger and frustration that she’d been drowning in ever since leaving the state of Tennessee.
She’d been lying to herself all these years. Her right to vindication had been shot down by her own heart’s betrayal. One slow dance in the arms of her husband and it was as though he had awoken her from years of dreary, mediocre sex and her body was now primed, ready and starving for it. Damn him!
The way he melted up against her as though he was the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle she needed to complete the picture. How he had effortlessly swayed along with her to the music. His brown eyes, sexy smile and mass of hair now filled every sleeping or waking thought she had and she was sick to death of it.
Even a lukewarm shower, ruthlessly raking through her hair with a comb and staring at herself in the mirror did nothing to relieve the tension in her. She was far from over TJ Simons. One evening in his presence after ten years of nothing had brutally reminded her of that fact.
The question in her mind now was… would she ever get over him? If ten years apart hadn’t done the trick… would anything?
TJ could drive a woman to drink for a multitude of reasons… starting with his smug reaction to