Chapter 40

James Carter’s hand went straight for the kiss mark on Summer Knight’s collarbone—clearly left by Alexander Barron—and pressed down without mercy. The mark, already noticeable, darkened further under his touch, standing out even more. Summer winced in pain, her eyes instantly welling up, giving her that pitiful look that once might have swayed him. But not this time. He remained cold, unmoved. He knew her tricks all too well. She used to lie to him. Now she was lying to Alexander. Always playing the innocent, sweet girl, making every man around want to protect her. In truth, once they fell for it, they were trapped. Summer, now trembling with anger, glared at him, her eyes red. “You creep! Let me go!” Those beautiful eyes that once shone with affection for him now held nothing but disgust and distrust. “Not a chance,” he shot back coldly. A flicker of pain crossed James’s usually gentle face. “You used to love oven baked ribs. I made them just for you. Why won’t you even try them?” He