“I’m sorry,” she mumbled as Tobias came to a stop down the street from her sister’s house so the neighbors wouldn’t see her getting out of his truck.

Obviously being careful not to touch her in any suggestive way, he reached across her lap to open the door. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

A cool gust of air swept into the cab. The rain had stopped, but the wind was back. “Yes, I do. My head is…is not where it should be. With the way I’ve been acting, it’s kind of scary that I’m the mother of two children, right?” She laughed as though she was making a joke, but he didn’t so much as crack a smile. He slung one arm over the steering wheel while he studied her, and it was difficult not to think of him lying beneath her. Those memories were so fresh.

“That’s not how I look at it,” he said.

She’d been planning to leave it at an apology, but this took her by surprise. “How do you look at it?”

“I’m sure you’re a fine mother. You’re just going through a hard time.”

“My divorce doesn’t give me the excuse to behave the way I’m behaving, Tobias. I didn’t mean to…to negatively impact your life. I should’ve left you alone. You tried to tell me.”

It was noon, but they both looked as though they’d just got out of bed—because they had. As soon as she’d made it clear that she wanted to go home, they’d pulled on their clothes and he’d grabbed his keys and followed her out to his truck.

“I don’t regret what we did today, Harper,” he said matter-of-factly.

She drew a deep breath. “That helps. Thank you,” she said and stepped out and closed the door. She couldn’t bear to look at his handsome face any longer—and she definitely didn’t want to think about the rest of him.

As she hurried away, she guessed he was watching her, because it wasn’t until she neared her sister’s yard that she heard his engine rev, indicating he was pulling away.

She stopped to watch his tailgate disappear around the corner, and then, inexplicably, started crying again. She hated the way their morning had ended. Even worse than that, her phone kept vibrating in her pocket, and she was afraid to get it out and look at it. It had to be Axel. No doubt he was mad as hell. It was one thing to sleep with another guy. She supposed, since they were essentially divorced, she had that right. But inviting Axel into the bedroom while she did? That was something else entirely.