emotions as she continued to silently meet his gaze, willing him to talk to her.
Jordan’s gaze was finally the one to turn away. ‘You’ve turned into a veritable tigress, haven’t you?’ he scorned.
‘I’ve merely become a survivor,’ she bit out.
He shrugged. ‘It may not even happen. He’s said he was coming before and then changed his mind without warning. Simone——’
‘He?’ Willow echoed sharply. ‘You mean Russell, don’t you?’ Her unlacquered nails dug into the palms of her hands, her body rigid with tension. ‘Are you telling me he’s coming here?’
Jordan gave another dismissive shrug. ‘He only said he might visit Simone and David some time this week; nothing definite has been planned.’
‘Did he know Dani and I were going to be here?’ she demanded to know.
‘I doubt it, although Simone may have mentioned it to him. For God’s sake, don’t look so stricken; you were married to him once,’ Jordan added disgustedly.
Russell. Here. Russell, with the laughing blue eyes, overlong dark hair, and with the body of a Greek god. It had been a year since she had last seen him, the first six months of that time spent expecting to see him every time she opened the door or turned a corner, the next six months spent grateful that she hadn’t.
It was this last year of peace and tranquillity that had given her the hope he had changed during that time.
But maybe he hadn’t.
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