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Now he was getting ridiculous with his lust. He grabbed a cane and stood. Solette moved to help him, but he waved her off. “I want you to tell me the truth, Solette.”
She looked at him. “What?”
“Did you bring him to my party to put him between us?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“Cason, my private life is—”
“The truth.”
She pressed her lips together and folded her arms over her chest. The movement only served to show him how excited she still was. If only she knew how much more alluring the simple dress was to him, she might have worn something more daring. Then again, it might have set him ablaze from the first strains of music they danced to.
“I was seriously considering marrying him.”
“Why?”
She lowered her lashes, and he sensed rather than saw her shame. “Because I thought he changed.”
Anger kindled in Cason. “Changed? Tell me he didn’t beat you before.”
She said nothing. Cason snatched up his other cane and turned toward the exit, but she rushed after him and grabbed his arm.
“Stop, Cason. The last time was years ago, when Joseph was little.”
“There’s no statute of limitations for me to crush his skull.”
She blushed. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m fine.”
He frowned down at her. “You’re not fine when you thought you could marry a man who would hit you. Didn’t I tell you, you can’t take care of yourself?”
She raised her chin, and her brown eyes were flames of fire. “And I told you, you’re wrong! I’ve been taking care of myself for twenty-seven years and Joseph all his life.”
He snorted. “Hardly twenty-seven.”
“You know what I mean. Anyway, I’ve been doing just fine, and I don’t need you.” She stomped toward the door, but he called after her.
“Solette, come to my bed tonight.”
“You’re strong enough now to see to your own needs!”
As soon as the words dropped from her lips, Neil appeared at the door. To his credit, the bodyguard’s expression didn’t show if he thought Solette rejecting him was funny. Cason glared at the man and followed Solette out of the room, but by the time he reached the hall, she had disappeared.
Chapter 13
The doorbell chimed, capturing Solette’s attention, and she shoved the books she’d been organizing off her lap. Her living room wasn’t but so big, so she’d wanted to get rid of the ones she knew she wouldn’t crack open ever again and keep the ones she loved. As she shuffled through all the mess she had created, she wondered who was visiting her house at that time of morning. Before she could get to her feet, Joseph came hurtling from his room and crashed into the front door ahead of her.
“Really, Joe?”
“Joseph, Mom,” he said automatically. After squinting through the peephole, he gave a small cry of excitement.
“Who is it?”
Her son ignored her and flung open the locks before swinging the door wide. Solette started to get onto him about not answering her when she spoke to him, but she was distracted seeing the deliveryman holding a bouquet of flowers. Her heart skipped a few beats as she took her time approaching the door.
“May I help you?” She didn’t want to get ideas about who sent her flowers.
