Breaking Bailey's Rules. Brenda Jackson

he decided to add, “Nor do I have a girlfriend. Any reason you want to know?”

      She shrugged those beautiful shoulders that should be wearing a coat. “No. Just curious. You aren’t wearing a wedding ring.”

      “No, I’m not.”

      “But that doesn’t mean anything these days.”

      “You’re right. Wearing a wedding ring doesn’t mean anything.”

      He could tell by her frown that she hadn’t expected him to agree with her. “So you’re one of those types.”

      “And what type is that?”

      “A man who has no respect for marriage or what it stands for.”

      Walker couldn’t force back the wave of anger that suddenly overtook him. If only she knew how wrong she was. “You don’t know me. And since you don’t, I suggest you keep your damn assumptions to yourself.”

      Then, with clenched teeth, he walked off.