Better Off Dead. Meryl Sawyer

with him again. Or maybe she needed to convince herself that it was more than just lust last night. How could she enjoy sex so much with a man she didn’t respect and admire? It didn’t make sense.

      Nothing made sense this morning.

      A staff member entered the kitchen and began clearing up the coffee service from the breakfast bar.

      Lucas dropped his voice. “We need to talk.”

      “We just did.”

      “We need to be together on this, Devin.”

      She tucked Amelia against her shoulder. “We need to forget it ever happened.”

      “I’m not talking about sex,” he hissed, and the staff member faltered in her cleanup.

      Devin frowned.

      Lucas leaned closer. “Steve. We need to be together against Steve.”

      “Not now,” said Devin with a shake of her head. She needed time to herself. She needed to get her head on straight about, well, everything.

      “Then when?” he persisted.

      “I don’t know.” She paused. “Tomorrow. Okay? Tomorrow.”

      “Devin.” His exasperation was clear. She moved toward the door to the main hallway. “Back off, Lucas. I need a little time.”