Chapter 31
Not exactly the most auspicious welcome. Chris shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and rocked on his heels. "Hi."
"What do you want?" Isobel asked.
You? He found that the anger he'd harbored melted at the sight of her. She looked delightfully sexy in her casual wear of Daisy Dukes and T-shirt. Braless, those pert nipples poked away, waving hello. As a man, he noticed the small details.
He rolled his shoulders. "I thought we should talk. In person."
"About?" She kept up her terse queries, and he felt his temper rising.
Despite knowing he probably shouldn't, he couldn't help but snap, "About the fact that you left me high and dry at the altar."
"Are you seriously here to whine about that? Because if this is going to be a wah-wah-what-about-me fest, then I am going to slam this door and go find a bag of chips."