“So this is it,” Marcus stated. “This is why you left me. For him?”
Marcus was parked in the driveway, leaning his body against Quinn’s repaired car.
“It’s not what you think,” Quinn replied.
“Isn’t it? How long have you been fornicating with this guy, huh? How long, Quinn?!”
“I just told you. We haven’t. If you would let me explain.”
The rain died down until only a few sporadic droplets remained. Quinn reached back, wrung her hair out.
Marcus lifted a finger toward Bo. “You have no business putting your lips on my wife.” The same finger then shifted to Quinn. “And you. I never would have married you if I thought you were going to whore it up with another man.”
Although there was a chill in the air, her face felt like it had been warming by the fire.
“I won’t allow you to speak to her like that,” Bo warned.
“She’s my wife. And I’ll speak to her in whatever way I please. I suggest you stay out of it.”
Bo shielded Quinn, stepping in front of her. Marcus advanced forward.
“She left you,” Bo said. “It’s over.”
“You want her so badly? Maybe I should fill you in on the kind of woman you’re getting involved with.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Oh, but I insist.” Marcus snickered, tossing a sarcastic look in Quinn’s direction. “She’ll hook you. Reel you in. Get you to fall in love with her, and when she’s succeeded, and you’re married, it’s game over when it comes to sex. You’ll be lucky if she puts out twice a month. Once that happens, you’ll have a decision to make—get yourself a hot piece of ass on the side, or live a life of celibacy. I took the high road, remained faithful, which I now see was a bad decision on my part.”
It was game over all right. With Marcus, it had always been all sex and no foreplay. No intimacy. No bonding. More of a chore than anything else.
Bo clenched his jaw. “Maybe Quinn wasn’t interested because she missed what it was like to be with a real man.”
Marcus lunged at Bo, his half-hearted attempt to strike with his fist missing by a few inches. Bo seized Marcus’s hands, wrenching them back as he shoved him inside Quinn’s car. “You get one chance to leave. If I see you again, I won’t be just some guy you saw kissing your soon-to-be ex-wife, I’ll be Detective McCallister, and you’ll be arrested for assault.”
Marcus spewed one last threat at Quinn as he jerked the car out of the driveway. “I’ll see to it you get nothing. You hear me?!”
She crossed her arms in front of her. “You don’t get it Marcus. I don’t want anything from you. I never did.”