Elena stood there, staring at Marcus for some reason, she felt almost excited.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was the strange rush that had been building inside her since she saw him step out of the car.

There had been a time when she had dreamed about this back when she was married to Marcus.

She had wanted him to come looking for her , to notice when she was gone, to care where she was.

To look at her like she was the only person in the room,now he was standing in front of her, Looking at her exactly that way.

Marcus walked toward her.

He didn’t...