was a doctor?”
He removed her suitcase from the bed and placed it on the floor, then had a seat. “Your pit bull of a manager told me about him. Apparently, he’s not too fond of the guy. He said he was an asshole to you.”
She shrugged and combed her fingers through her wet hair. “That’s one way of putting it.” She observed him sitting on her bed. “What are you doing here, Ty? I would have thought you had enough of me earlier today.”
He tossed the book onto the bed next to her wet towel. “You want to explain what I am doing in all of your books?”
She ran her fingers over her forehead, looking a bit uncomfortable, and then her features hardened. “That’s one book, Ty. You can’t generalize what you read in one—”
“I read four other ones, Moe .”
She stood before him , saying nothing as her eyes flitted about the small suite.
“I think that’s the longest lapse of speaking I’ve ever heard from you,” he commented, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Her furious eyes fixed on him. “I’m thinking!”
He stood from the bed. “Thinking is not explaining, Moe. Why did you write about me? Every man you wrote about had my mannerisms, my expressions; hell, they even had my eyes.”
“So what if I did write about you, Ty? You’re a hell of an interesting character where women are concerned. I’ve never known a man who could wrap a woman around his finger like you. You always got everything you wanted from every woman you ever met.”
“I didn’t get what I wanted from you.”
“Great, you’re still not going to let that go .” She made a beeline for the bathroom.
He followed her. “Hey, I didn’t think I was asking too much.”
She halted at the bathroom door and when she turned around, he was right in front of her. Monique pulled her robe over her chest. “I was twenty and a virgin, Ty. I wasn’t just going to hop into bed with a twenty-nine-year-old lothario who wouldn’t have remembered my name in the morning.”
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with me until after we had been together for six months, Moe. I think I was pretty damn patient.”
“I think you were an ass. Packing me up in your stepfather’s corporate jet and carting me off to Mexico, thinking you were finally gonna get lucky with me if you showed me a good time.”
“That wasn’t what I was doing and you know it. You said you always wanted to see Acapulco and I wanted to surprise you. It wasn’t until you found out that we were sharing a hotel room that you accused me of trying to seduce you. Christ, Moe!” He threw his hand in the air. “So what if I was trying to seduce you? Didn’t you know how much I wanted to be with you?”
“How was I supposed to know that? I’m surprised you could fit me into your schedule, since you were screwing half the female population of Dallas.”
“It was only that one girl, just one, and even then I was too drunk ….” He took a step back from her. “I am not going to do this again with you. I did not come here to rehash the past. I came….” He pointed to the book on her bed. “You’re a very good writer. Good luck with that.”
He was marching toward the door when she came running up behind him. “I never intended to write about you. It just happened.”
Tyler pulled up in the sitting room and slowly pivoted around to her.
“When I went home to New Orleans, I hoped, maybe, that you would come to me, but you never did. I wrote about you as a kind of therapy, a way to get over you. Then, I married Mat. When my marriage fell apart, I escaped into my imagination, and there you were.”
Tyler took in her small, oval face, wary gray eyes , and the pink blush on her cheeks, and knew he had made a mistake in coming to see her.
“Why couldn’t you just have said that , Moe?”
“And given you the satisfaction of knowing there was another woman in the world pining away for you? Not a chance.”
“Pining?” He chuckled at the thought. “I could never
He removed her suitcase from the bed and placed it on the floor, then had a seat. “Your pit bull of a manager told me about him. Apparently, he’s not too fond of the guy. He said he was an asshole to you.”
She shrugged and combed her fingers through her wet hair. “That’s one way of putting it.” She observed him sitting on her bed. “What are you doing here, Ty? I would have thought you had enough of me earlier today.”
He tossed the book onto the bed next to her wet towel. “You want to explain what I am doing in all of your books?”
She ran her fingers over her forehead, looking a bit uncomfortable, and then her features hardened. “That’s one book, Ty. You can’t generalize what you read in one—”
“I read four other ones, Moe .”
She stood before him , saying nothing as her eyes flitted about the small suite.
“I think that’s the longest lapse of speaking I’ve ever heard from you,” he commented, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Her furious eyes fixed on him. “I’m thinking!”
He stood from the bed. “Thinking is not explaining, Moe. Why did you write about me? Every man you wrote about had my mannerisms, my expressions; hell, they even had my eyes.”
“So what if I did write about you, Ty? You’re a hell of an interesting character where women are concerned. I’ve never known a man who could wrap a woman around his finger like you. You always got everything you wanted from every woman you ever met.”
“I didn’t get what I wanted from you.”
“Great, you’re still not going to let that go .” She made a beeline for the bathroom.
He followed her. “Hey, I didn’t think I was asking too much.”
She halted at the bathroom door and when she turned around, he was right in front of her. Monique pulled her robe over her chest. “I was twenty and a virgin, Ty. I wasn’t just going to hop into bed with a twenty-nine-year-old lothario who wouldn’t have remembered my name in the morning.”
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with me until after we had been together for six months, Moe. I think I was pretty damn patient.”
“I think you were an ass. Packing me up in your stepfather’s corporate jet and carting me off to Mexico, thinking you were finally gonna get lucky with me if you showed me a good time.”
“That wasn’t what I was doing and you know it. You said you always wanted to see Acapulco and I wanted to surprise you. It wasn’t until you found out that we were sharing a hotel room that you accused me of trying to seduce you. Christ, Moe!” He threw his hand in the air. “So what if I was trying to seduce you? Didn’t you know how much I wanted to be with you?”
“How was I supposed to know that? I’m surprised you could fit me into your schedule, since you were screwing half the female population of Dallas.”
“It was only that one girl, just one, and even then I was too drunk ….” He took a step back from her. “I am not going to do this again with you. I did not come here to rehash the past. I came….” He pointed to the book on her bed. “You’re a very good writer. Good luck with that.”
He was marching toward the door when she came running up behind him. “I never intended to write about you. It just happened.”
Tyler pulled up in the sitting room and slowly pivoted around to her.
“When I went home to New Orleans, I hoped, maybe, that you would come to me, but you never did. I wrote about you as a kind of therapy, a way to get over you. Then, I married Mat. When my marriage fell apart, I escaped into my imagination, and there you were.”
Tyler took in her small, oval face, wary gray eyes , and the pink blush on her cheeks, and knew he had made a mistake in coming to see her.
“Why couldn’t you just have said that , Moe?”
“And given you the satisfaction of knowing there was another woman in the world pining away for you? Not a chance.”
“Pining?” He chuckled at the thought. “I could never
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