by Caro Carson
“No, I don’t know what you mean,” he told her, feeling more and more bewildered and put upon by the second. “I’m going to those sales meetings and seminars because my job demands it. I’m doing it for you and the baby,” Levi stressed.
But Claire saw it differently. “You’re doing it to get away from me and the baby.”
Levi blew out a long breath as he gave up. There was no reasoning with her. “You’re tired, you don’t know what you’re saying,” Levi concluded, feeling rather desperate. He just wanted this to stop.
Her big brown eyes—eyes he had fallen in love with the first time he saw her—were all but shooting daggers at him. “Oh, so now I’m just crazy?”
Where had that come from? “I didn’t say that,” Levi insisted.
She was twisting everything, he thought helplessly. He felt as if he had stepped into quicksand and was sinking fast, no matter how hard he tried to pull himself free.
“Maybe you didn’t say it but that’s what you implied,” Claire retorted haughtily. “And who could blame me if I was crazy—which I’m not,” Claire underscored. “The only one I get to talk to all day is a colicky, crying baby. Don’t get me wrong, Levi, I love Bekka, but you’re never around.” It was an angry accusation, one she dared him to deny.
“Yes, I am,” Levi insisted. “I come home to you every night,” Levi told her.
“Sure, you come home,” she jeered. “You come home to fall into bed, dead asleep before your head hits the pillow.”
“I put in long hours, Claire, and I’m tired,” Levi tried to explain.
Claire’s back went up as she instantly took offense at what she thought he was implying. “Oh, and I don’t and I’m not?”
Levi threw up his hands, thoroughly frustrated. He had stayed longer at the game than he had intended and lost money, to boot. He hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. He wasn’t really sure why it had happened. But he knew that her anger was way out of proportion.
“Look, let’s not get into this now,” he pleaded. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay—and you’re not sorry,” she told him angrily. “But I am. I’m sorry I ever met you. I’m sorry I ever married you!”
Levi was close to being speechless. “Claire, what are you saying?”
Heightened fury was all but etched into her fine features and had colored her cheeks to a bright shade of pink.
“What I’m saying is that it’s over,” she retorted furiously. “I made a mistake. We both made a mistake. We should have never gotten married in the first place.”
All this because he stayed out playing poker too long? He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Claire—”
“Get out!” she cried. Circling him, she put her hands on his back and started pushing him out the door into the hallway. “Get out now!”
“Claire—” It was all Levi could get out of his mouth. He was completely stunned and unable to even understand how they had gotten to this impasse so quickly.
“Now!” she yelled, managing to shove him out all the way only because she had caught him so completely off guard.
The second he was across the threshold and in the hall, Claire pulled off her wedding ring.
“Here, I don’t want this anymore, either!” she cried, throwing her wedding ring at him.
The next second she slammed the door shut behind him.
He heard the click and knew she’d flipped the lock. Claire had the only key.
Levi stood there in front of the door to their room for several moments, dazed and wondering if he was hallucinating all this for some reason. What had just happened seemed to have come out of nowhere.
This trip was supposed to have picked up Claire’s spirits. Instead, he felt that he had just witnessed his marriage falling apart.
What the hell had just happened here? Levi wondered. He hadn’t a clue.
As he walked away from the door, Levi heard Bekka beginning to wail from inside the room.
“You and me both, kid,” he murmured under his breath. “You and me both.”
Copyright © 2015 by Harlequin Books S.A.
ISBN-13: 9781460381045
Following Doctor’s Orders
Copyright © 2015 by Caro Carson
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