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Angrily, I spun around. “Don’t touch me.”

A look of surprise flickered in his eyes. “You don’t need to take your anger out on me, Dawn. I’m not Nate.”

“Not yet, anyway. But it’s only a matter of time.”

His expression stiffened. “You think I could ever do something like that to you?”

I shrugged. “Any guy can be an asshole. Some just need a few years for their true colors to show.”

“You know what I think?” He moved toward me in an almost threatening way.

Defiantly, I lifted my chin and looked up at him.

“I think Nate was always a cheater and you were too blinded by love to see it.”

“That’s not true,” I retorted.

A muscle on his jaw was twitching uncontrollably. “He made you feel you had to be ashamed of your work and he cheated on you even after you were married, Dawn. You can’t put me in the same category with him.”

“Who knows what you’ll be capable of when you’ve had enough of me.”

Spencer’s expression was cold. “I don’t think we should have this conversation here. And certainly not now.”

“I think this is exactly the right time for this conversation. It’s going to happen sooner or later.” I was on a roll and hated myself for it. But I just couldn’t stop.

Spencer groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. Slowly, he shook his head. “Why do you want to make it so hard for me to love you?”

My heart stood still. I could only hope I hadn’t heard him right. My mouth opened but no sound came out. Not even a squeak. All my fears were back. Combined with my anger at Nate and all that alcohol, it was a bad combination. A really bad combination.

I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

Chapter 32

With a dry mouth and pounding temples, I woke up in Allie’s bedroom. Her bed was amazingly soft and comfortable, and Spidey lay next to me on the second pillow. The cat looked at me suspiciously. I raised a hand to pet him but he let out a little growl and jumped from the bed.

I deserved it.

Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to recall the night before.

Nate’s call.

The pain.

The alcohol.

Numbness.

My fight with Spencer.

My lower lip quivered. Goddamn fucking shit, what an idiot I was. The end of the evening swam around in my mind like a foggy mess.

With my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, I took a few deep breaths before standing up and walking into the living room. Allie and Kaden were sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. When they heard me, they put it on pause.

“Good morning,” I said cautiously.

“Morning.” Kaden looked pretty grim.

“Feeling any better?” asked Allie. She rose and came toward me.