"Are you?" He grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her toward the bed. "You have to be in a good mood to ask your friends over for a barbeque. Are you tired because I am here?"

His fingers began working on the buttons of her jacket.

She grabbed his hand and said, "Elliot! Don't do this in my house!"

"Why not?" He did not give her a chance to answer and said sternly, "Why can't we do it in your house? Is it because you had other men in your bed before?"

Avery shoved his chest. "Because you are dirty!"

He froze at her words.

She thought that he was dirty because he had slept with Zoe.

She raced to the door, unlocked it, and told him to get out. He stared at the open door, walked toward it, and shut it.

"And you are not? You were pregnant with another man's baby." He locked the door and grabbed her by the waist, before lifting her up.

She had a C-section, and there was a scar across her abdomen. The last time they had been intimate he had frozen at the sight of the scar. He had