Another Man

She'd spent the entire day crying her heart out for another man—the love of her life, no less. And what had he done? Grant clenched his fists, his jaw tight with frustration as he stomped towards his car. He should have walked away, should have left her to grieve in peace. But no. He'd gone and tried to console her. As if he knew how. And then, he'd pulled her into his arms. Okay, so sha had been comforted, but like a jerk, when she thanked him, what did he do? He kissed her! Calling himself a fool hundred times would not be enough.

He nearly kicked the car out of sheer frustration but thought better of it and leaned against the door instead.