Tristan Grayson asked patiently, his voice low, "What exactly do I have to do for you to stop being angry with me?"
Mika Summers threw back the covers, got out of bed, and headed for the door.
Seeing this, Tristan Grayson got up and hugged her tightly. "Please, don't torture me anymore. Can't we just be together peacefully?"
"Tristan Grayson, who's the one who doesn't want to get along here, me or you? You reek of alcohol and another woman's perfume, and you still have the audacity to hug me. Aren't you just disgusting? Silas Kent helped me out of a bind and gave me a hug, but what about you? Were you fooling around with another woman all night!" 'She had waited all of last night and all day today, and this was what she got?'
Tristan Grayson's face turned grim. "What nonsense are you talking about! How could I possibly fool around with other women?"
