That I finally understood who had actually been in my bed on our wedding night.
Nausea surged through me. I shoved away the photo Morgan was holding out.
"Not interested."
Morgan froze.
"Roland, you usually go along with me on stuff like this. Sarah's really great, I'm telling you."
I looked him dead in the eye.
"You love pairing things up so much, go to a pet store and buy two dogs to breed."
"I refuse to be a prop you use to broadcast your love story to the world."
Morgan's face turned beet red. Beside him, Regina Henson's brow furrowed.
"Roland, Morgan means well."
I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
"I can't afford that kind of goodwill."
I pushed open the door of the private VIP room and nearly collided with a woman.
That scent. Sarah Delgado's scent.
In my last life, it was those exact eyes that had deceived me for three full years.
"Mr. Kaufman, leaving so soon?"
Her voice was low, honeyed. My body moved on its own, stepping back to put distance between us.
"Move."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this kind of hostility.
She stepped closer, lowering her voice.
"Mr. Kaufman seems to have quite the grudge against me."
"Have we met before?"
I lifted my chin.