She looked up at him, dazed, and nodded. “It’s just sex,” she whispered.

He shoved himself away from her. “Fuck,” he hissed, turning from her before swinging back around and glaring at her. “This is about him, isn’t it?” he said, his voice gravel. “This is about Jonathon Ashby and your stupid plan to marry him for his money.”

Emma straightened, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders. “I don’t know why this is such a surprise to you,” she said, her ...