Little did she know, this was Yuri Sinclair's last night with her and their son before he accompanied them to Port Chandler.
"Hey, wake up." Ashley Bowen nudged him with her foot, which landed squarely in his groin.
He frowned, his eyes snapping open to glare at her in annoyance.
"Wasn't all your fussing last night enough?"
"Who said you could get in my bed?" She was still fuming.
"The kid begged me to. What did you think?" Yuri Sinclair sat up and, paying her no mind, clambered over her as if scaling a mountain. He got out of bed and slipped on his shoes.
"Haven't you always wanted to go back to Jenson Shelby's side? I've thought it over. Just knowing you're alive is enough for me. Since I can't make you stay, I won't try anymore. You can take the child to America. I'll visit him once a week."
Yuri Sinclair finished speaking in a flat tone, then took his clothes from the hanger and put them on with practiced ease.
Ashley Bowen hadn't even had time to process what he'd said.
