This meant we didn’t discuss much. He asked about my day, of course, and seemed interested in what I had to say, but anytime I turned the conversation on him, it felt like he immediately initiated sex.

And I had absolutely no willpower because the sex was amazing.

My phone beeped a few seconds later as I turned down Spring Lane off Devonshire Street. I drew to a halt on my bike to pull my phone out of my purse.

HotHarley: Sorry, can’t, Tink. In the middle of something. We’ll talk later?

Disappointment filled me but I texted back.

ParkerB: Of course. Talk to you soon xx

I turned around and decided it was such a nice day, I’d hit Boston Common Coffee Company for a takeout lunch and then ride to the Common to eat it.

Once I had food in my basket and the great weather lifting my mood, I rode down the pedestrian area of Summer Street toward the Common. As I glanced to my right, however, a familiar head and pair of shoulders caught my gaze and I slowed.

Seated at the tables outside Café Nero was a broad-shouldered guy with long legs, sitting close to a gorgeous blond. His head was bowed toward her, his hand on top of hers, and she was looking at him with utter tenderness on her lovely face.

I slowed to a halt, my heart racing. I watched as he turned his head, and I caught his profile.

Confusion and pain scored across my chest as the familiarity that had caused me to pause revealed itself.

Rhys.

Who was in the middle of “something.”

With a beautiful blond whose impressive cleavage was visible in her tight camisole. She had lots of hair and her makeup, although heavy, was done to perfection. She was tan and her long, bare legs were resting against Rhys’s beneath the table.

She was everything I’d always assumed Rhys would want in a woman.

Feeling sick, I shook myself a little.

There was an explanation. Obviously.

There had to be.

But then she pushed her chair even closer to his and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest.

And he pressed an affectionate kiss to her forehead, holding onto her like he’d done it a million times.

That was it for me.

My chest tight, the pain almost blinding, I turned my bike around, not wanting him to spot me, and used the electric motor to get me the heck out of there.

I couldn’t even remember the ride back to the office. The next thing I knew, my hands were shaking as I chained up my bike in the underground parking area.

Rhys wouldn’t cheat. Right?

And what I saw wasn’t cheating.

Yet, he didn’t tell me he was going to meet some gorgeous blond for lunch today.

You told your girlfriend that kind of thing, right?