Alaric dropped the phone on his desk and swayed in his chair.
What was he expecting? That Nicolette would just pick up his call after he had ignored her all day?
"Damn," he muttered, annoyance surging through him.
He had gone too far with his anger. He was supposed to go easy on her, give her time to explain herself.
This was probably exactly what Lucian wanted; to drive a wedge between them and swoop in for Nicolette.
And he had let it happen.
Clenching his fists, he tried to swallow the growing regret.
He couldn't believe he had allowed this.
He dialed her number again. When she didn't answer, he tossed the phone on the table and scratched his chin.
Damn, he missed her. He missed her sharp mouth, her laugh, her body.
He had been beating himself up over allowing Jerome get to him, over going so far as to pay for a Q girl.
