Chapter Eighty-Five

Brent pointed to Damien. “And just who is he?” He turned to Valerie, his eyes narrow slits as he judged her. “Didn’t you say there was no one else?”

She saw Damien glance over at her, his brows furrowed with question. “No. I said there was no one whispering in my ear to leave you. You helped me make that decision.”

“So, the two of you are what? And why are you standing there with your tits hanging out?” Brent planted his fists on his hips as he glared at her.

She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. How the hell would she explain any of this to a man like Brent?

When she opened her eyes once more, she simply shrugged, forcing herself not to cover her bare breasts. It was a sense of pride that she could stand there in defiance of what her ex-husband saw as a breach of proper behavior. “To be honest, they’re out because Damien told me to take them out.”

Brent’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “He told you? And you just did it?”

She pointed to her chest. “Obviou