LEAVING AT NOON
By the time he’d climbed out of the car, stalked down the garden path and reached the front door, his apprehension had turned to anger.
What the fuck?
Theo didn’t pretend to be quiet when he let himself in. He slammed the door and turned on the light in the entryway. Once he’d tossed his keys and her bag on the table, eliciting two satisfying clangs, he walked through the house, turning on every light he passed.
Zoey wasn’t in the lounge. Nor was she in the dining room or kitchen. Frustration bit at him, and he smashed his fist on the kitchen counter. The bang resounded off the walls and cupboards.
She wasn’t in the either of the spare rooms—his temporary home office and hers, until they had kids—which meant, if Zoey was indeed home, and Liv seemed to think she was, there was only one place she could be.
The bedroom door was open. Riding a wave of fear, fury and frustration, Theo kicked it, ramming it into the wall. It bounced back at him, and he kicked again for good measure, hard as he could. The wood splintered against his foot.
Theo didn’t give a shit. He whacked his hand against the switch, and light flooded the room.
Zoey gaped at him from her side of the bed, her jaw hanging open, her eyes wide with shock.
At least, for once, she wasn’t pretending to sleep.
“Are you crazy?” she demanded.
“What. The. Fuck?” Breath sawed from his chest.
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
Theo pointed in the general direction of his car. His hand—which he was surprised to notice held his phone—still shook. “I have just spent the last hour looking for you. Driving up and down the streets of Sydney.”
She sat up, glaring. “Well, you found me. Right here, where I asked Levi to tell you I’d be.”
Yeah, that was true. Levi had told him she’d gone home. On foot.
“I drove to and from Chelsea’s, three times, searching for you.”
Unmoved, Zoey set her lips in a straight, angry line.
He held up his iPhone to show her, clenching it so tight, he cracked the protective cover. “I called you. Over and over and over. Couldn’t get hold of you.”
Zoey narrowed her eyes, then said unrepentantly. “I was on the phone.”
Rage lit his veins. Theo squeezed his mobile tighter. The damaged cover pinched the skin of his middle finger, and stinging pain shot through him. Hard as he could, he hurled the phone against the far wall.
It shattered on impact.
Zoey jerked in shock. Then she schooled her features in a bland mask. “Feel better?”
“Not even a bit.”
“The phone was what? Four months old?”
“I thought you’d been hurt. Broken a leg maybe.” He’d thought worse. Way, way worse. “Taken. Attacked.” Twisted visions of rape had haunted him for an hour, intensifying with every passing moment. His breath was uneven and his back damp with sweat.
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Theo and Zoey Hughes have got it all. The ideal marriage, a gorgeous house, brilliant jobs and a steadfast group of friends. So why is everything falling apart at the seams?
Zoey loves her husband, but recently she’s stopped liking him—and if their fights are any indication, Theo’s feeling the same way. The future that once glowed bright before them has lost its shine.
There’s no choice. Zoey has to walk away. She needs to take a break from her marriage before it implodes, leaving nothing but fragments of their once-perfect life together.
Letting Zoey close the door behind her is the hardest thing Theo’s ever had to do. Now he’s faced with a choice: watch his wife leave him and everything they’ve built together, or go after her and remind her why they fell in love in the first place.
Warning: When a hot-blooded alpha male decides he wants his wife back, you better believe nothing is going to stop him. And if he has to seduce her to succeed, well, let’s just say his blood isn’t the only thing that’s gonna be hot about this story.
Series: Sunday Night Dinner, Book 3
Publisher: Jess Dee
Publication Date: February 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 192 pages
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs