Her devilish ex-husband had been sitting with his back to the door, facing the glass window, when she made her entrance.
For one fleeting moment, she hoped he would treat her haughtily and not even bother to turn around or something along those lines. Wishful thinking on her part!
Harrison spun in his chair. He looked better than he did the last time she had seen the man. He was no longer a zombie, and was back to his runway model immaculate appearance.
Her quick appraisal of him didn’t go unnoticed, it would seem, for he said in a snarky tone, before she could ask him why she had been summoned, “I was just sleep-deprived.”
“So did the doctor say,” she nodded curtly.
“Although it was nothing really, would it have killed you to stay?”
“We are no longer a couple, Harrison, last ti
