“Remember what you said to me when you first asked me to set up the meeting with Caruso?” “No, what?” Declan chuckles. “You said, ‘There’s nothing like new pussy to get over the old,’ you cold-blooded bastard.” That feels like a knife plunged through my solar plexus. I don’t wait to hear the rest. I turn and walk away, cursing myself for being so foolish as to let him in. Women can never trust men. They only want to fuck things or break them.
