Her eyes were the color of the cloudy sky. Like the mist, they held mysteries. Her ponytail hung heavy and damp against the back of her neck. A bead of water dripped off a loose strand of hair at the side of her face and rolled down her cheek like yesterday morning’s tear.
Which he’d fallen for. Like a lovesick kid. Like a damned idiot.
He suppressed a rush of renewed anger and said, “You’re out early. Couldn’t sleep?”
“Thunder woke me up.”
“It hasn’t thundered.”
“Then it must’ve been something else.”
“Must’ve been.” He looked her over, making her aware that he was aware of every curve, dip, distension. “No spin class today?”
“They weren’t open yet.”
“You could’ve waited.”
“I wanted to get an early start on the day. So did you, apparently.” She indicated the grocery sack.
“I needed milk.”
“Why didn’t you drive?”
“I needed exercise.”
“What’s that?” She pointed at the duffel bag.
It hung against his side by the shoulder strap. He patted it. “That? That’s my bag of tricks.”
“I can see you’re going to be obtuse.”
“Obtuse. Ranks right up there with morose.”
She shot him a look of annoyance and gestured as though to say she needed to be on her way. “Have a nice day.” She tried to go around him. He sidestepped to block her. “Please let me by.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Tell who what?”
He gave her a smile that was insolent and, he hoped, infuriating. “Your husband, Talia. Did you tell Jasper about the kiss?”
Another squaring of shoulders. “Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course I told him.”
“And what was his reaction?”
“The same as mine.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
She read the innuendo in his drawling tone and the snicker that accompanied it. “Go to hell.” She tried to move past him, but he blocked her again. “Cut it out, Drex!”
“Jasper was upset?”
“No, not upset. Outraged that you would dare.”