Kevin Drake’s smug facial expression disappeared, and Maggie Dawes could see that she had rubbed salt into his wounds. She looked at him through her eyelashes, waiting for a reaction. It took him a few seconds to get his cool back, but then he just scoffed, “What, of Mr. Boring? I don’t think so. I rather feel sorry for you.”
“Oh good. At least now you know how I feel every time I see you with another blonde bimbo.” She knew that she was provoking him and his reaction left no doubt about that. He grabbed her hand, but before he could give her a coarse response, she looked at him with what must have been terror in her eyes. “You’re hurting me!”
Immediately, he let go of her and seemed to be mortified by himself. Without another word, he rushed to the door, threw it open, and was gone.
Maggie Dawes rubbed her wrist gently, not knowing what to make of what had just happened. So much anger and frustration had been in Kevin Drake’s eyes, but then at the same time, she had seen the same horror the night when it happened.
Maggie Dawes knew that deep inside, underneath the mask of cockiness and arrogance, Kevin Drake was not the coward he pretended to be, but was nothing less than somebody who had lost, just like her.
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