It had been five days since she last saw Sarre. She felt he was avoiding her. He’d sent her multiple text messages and every one of them ended with him telling her he loved her. She knew he was due back from Mexico this morning, but she remained pissed off he didn’t take her with him. She missed him, a lot. She wished they could make up and put this s**t behind them. He was still keeping her assigned to the hotel suite in his hotel and not his room. The fact the reason he hadn’t come to her or slept with her because he was in another country wasn’t weighing fairly in his favor. She was annoyed with him.
Her overactive imagination told her he was regretting touching her as he did the last time, they’d seen each other, and he was avoiding her like the plague as a result. Despite the fact hi
