She couldn’t see a fucking thing. Then suddenly the entire room was illuminated—someone had hit the switch. She jumped a foot into the air.“What a nice note,” Jack said. She had her boots in hand, and she looked guilty and furtive.Belinda straightened, trying not to act like a crook, not to feel like one. After all, it was her right to leave whenever she damn well pleased. “I thought it was a nice note. What was I supposed to do, just leave without a good-bye?”“You weren’t supposed to leave at all,” Jack snapped.“The night is over,” Belinda said. “It was nice. Now it’s over. Look, I don’t have time for this.”“You are one cold lady,” Jack said rigidly.Belinda grabbed the door and swung it open. “Good-bye, Jack.”He grabbed it, and his strength won. The door closed. “Let’s talk.”Just who did he think he was? She wanted to go, and that was that. “I don’t want to talk, Jack. I want to go home, take a shower, have some coffee, and get dressed to go skiing.”Jack’s scowl deepened.Belinda shrugged.“It’s insulting that you’re trying to leave like this.”“I’m sure it is.
