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“You frightened him,” I told him coldly.
When I held out my arms, Jake, wailing all the while, hurled himself at me, and I took full advantage of hugging him like I wanted to.
“You needed to hear that. I wanted Imogen, Aoife. I wanted her with every bone in my body, but you—” He shook his head. “I know you put yourself at risk. I know you should have had a termination.”
I tensed up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“No? Tough shit. We need to talk about it. We need to talk about the fact that you put yourself in danger when Jake and I can’t fucking function without you.”
I could feel the tears lodge themselves in my throat like I’d swallowed an orange whole. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous? Look at him, Aoife. He’s a baby. What would he do without you? If you think having children is the only reason I married you, you’re wrong. I married you, Aoife.You. Not your goddamn womb.”
“Why don’t I think Senior agrees?” I retorted, even though his words were a punch to the gut.
I knew he meant them. I knew that. So why did I feel like such a failure?
“He didn’t say anything about that. He wanted to know if we were coming on Sunday. If you were ready for that or not. I told him you’re not.”
“Maybe I want to go.”
“What?” he drawled. “You want to go and eat dinner with the woman who—”
“The woman who murdered my mother?” I queried as sweet as saccharine, watching his eyes narrow upon me.
It wasn’t the first time I’d invoked his anger, but I knew I was testing his temper. Testinghim.
His fury poured out of him in great waves, and the heat of it warmed the parts of me that felt frozen solid.
My husband was one of the most controlled men I’d ever known, but around me, I knew I could shatter that control.
I wanted that.
I wanted him to be as shattered as I was, and I didn’t care if that made me a bitch or not.
“We’re not going on Sunday.”
His flat tone got my back up.
The last thing I wanted was to break bread with fucking Lena, but that he was telling me I couldn’t go made me determinedtogo.
“We are. Jake misses her.”
His nostrils flared. “We’ll talk about this later when you’re in a better mood.”
“This is about as ‘better’ as I get,” I retorted, kissing Jake’s head when he finally stopped crying and began to suck on his thumb. “You should know that by now.”
Finn sucked in a breath, and just when I expected to be hissed at again, he rumbled, “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, sweetheart, fucking with my temper, trying to addle my self-control, but it won’t stop me from looking out for you.
“If you haven’t realized yet, you’re the priority here.”
I didn’t look at him. “If I’m the priority, then we should do what I want.”
“You don’t want to go to the compound.”
“Maybe I do.”
He squinted at me, and I could feel his brain ticking away as he tried to figure out what I was thinking. If I didn’t feel so messed up, I’d have laughed.
