“I walked in on Timmy being with another woman yesterday afternoon. In his bed … you know…” Her words were barely audible. She was more embarrassed now than hurt.
Markus leaned back and met her gaze. Like so often, his beautiful blue eyes conveyed such warmth and understanding. “Ouch!” he whispered.
“C’mon, say it,” she coaxed.
“You know what. The I told you so.”
The words stung like acid in her stomach. Yes, Markus had told her more than a couple of times that he thought there’d been something iffy about Timmy. Even Ty and Oliver had voiced their concerns, but she’d been happy the last four months. She hadn’t expected that one. Not at all. So last night she’d drowned her sorrows in that one glass of red wine too many and was now paying for it.
Markus gently pulled her a little bit closer again. “I’m not going to say any such thing.”
“I deserve it, though.”