The word jealous hit like a lightning bolt, startling her eyes wide. The impulse to deny it rose like choking bile--but he was right. She had been. Terribly, bitterly, viciously jealous. She set her glass aside with a sigh that carried as much relief as anything else.

"Add hypocrisy to my list of sins," she said, bitterly wry, but then another though struck her and she sickened. "Is this how you feel when I..." She couldn't even say it, not now.