Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

James was a tall man, which only made the fellow he was helping along seem even thinner and frailer by comparison.

At the moment, the drunken man was draped over James's shoulder, blubbering and wailing, "You don't love me, why don't you love me anymore?" in a pitiful tone.

Lorna arched an eyebrow, her red lips curving in a sly pout. Before she could stop herself, she let out a sharp, teasing wolf whistle.

James halted mid-step and looked up.

Their eyes met. A scowl creased James's brow-his annoyance with Lorna was written all over his face, plain as day even in the dim light.

But Lorna noticed and was utterly unfazed.

Her gaze drifted from the tear-streaked man to James's face.

With a provocative lift of her elegant brows, she shot James a wicked smile. "Well, well, Mr. Delaney-seems like you're irresistible to both men and women, huh?”

James shot her a glare. "Get lost."

"Ooh, touchy!" Lorna whistled again, then opened her car door and slid inside with a flourish.

Rolling down the window, she leaned out, belting in a melodramatic sing-song, "Love really takes courage to face all those rumors—"

James just stared, speechless.

Insane. Absolutely insane.

fired up the engine, slowly backing

glanced at James one last time, lips curving into an impish

onto the main road, vanishing into the night faster than you could

about Stewart's terrible taste in friends as he

it was nearly one in the morning by the time

in the deep hours of night. James made his way straight to his room, washed up, and fell into

...

morning, the soft cries of a baby drifted from

was a powerful

Stella,

Once

the queen of

internal clock

her eyes and glanced at Briony, who was still fast asleep beside her, then slipped quietly out

open the bedroom door, stepped into the hallway,

the door did

after three, only to wake from a restless dream before five.

to sleep so Stella wouldn't

of more rest, Briony

was

looked up, surprised. "You're up