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“And a workaholic with no heart, who lures a new woman into bed each night, only to put her out with the trash each morning,” she whispered. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.”
Eduardo gave her a hard smile. “You just told him the truth.” Reaching for his empty martini glass, he pulled the olive off the toothpick with his white teeth and slowly chewed. “I am all of those things. Just as you are secretive, naive and ridiculously sentimental.”
Protestations rose to Callie’s lips then faded. After the way she’d acted, how could she argue with that—any of it?
He came closer, his face silhouetted by the huge windows that sparkled with the lights of the city. “But we must endure it.”
“Endure it?” she whispered.
“Each other,” he said coldly. “For Marisol’s sake.”
Pain cracked through her heart. Just a moment before, she’d been filled with hope. But now she saw she really was alone. No one was on her side. No one.
Stiffening, she held out her hand. “Give me my phone.”
“No.”
“Fine,” she bit out. “I’ll find it myself.”
Moving through the swinging door, she went into a large, luxurious kitchen, with top-of-the-line appliances, a wine fridge, and a pizza oven, overlooking the sparkle of the city and black void of the Hudson River. Her eyes widened as she saw her bag on a granite countertop. She snatched it up, digging all the way to the bottom.
“It’s not in there,” Eduardo said, watching her.
Still digging, she didn’t bother to look up. “Where is it?”
“I threw it away.”
Her hand stilled. “Are you kidding me?”
His voice was like ice. “I won’t let you call him.”
“You can’t stop me!” Her eyes were wide as she gasped with outraged fury. “You had no right!”
“I’m your husband. I had every right.”
“I’ll get a new phone!”
His black eyes glittered. “Try it.”
“This is ridiculous. I’m not your prisoner!”
“For as long as we are married, I expect your loyalty.”
“He’s my best friend!”
“And you are my wife.”
“You can’t possibly feel threatened by—”
“No, why would I?” His voice was low and full of dislike. “Just because he is the man you adore, the man you trust, the man you wanted to be Marisol’s father. The man you tried to marry two days ago.”
“Only because I was pregnant—”
“You were engaged years ago, Callie,” he snapped. “Before I even met you!”
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
Eduardo leaned his hand on the kitchen countertop. “Last Christmas Eve, when we made love,” he ground out, “I couldn’t sleep with you in my bed—”
