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“I’m sorry.”
“I wasn’t paying attention either.”
I slip past him and find myself climbing some stairs to the terrace. It’s just me and the moon and my pain that hasn’t diminished.
“I’m Enzo.” The guy I ran into has followed me up here.
I sway on my feet, and he raises his hands in a non-threatening way, while oozing danger.
A disconcerting combination. “You seemed upset, I just wanted to make sure you were fine.”
He approaches and braces his hands on the railing, and even from the side, his profile gives way to high cheekbones, a square jaw, and a long, perfectly-shaped nose. The way he carries himself demands a certain caution. He’s handsome in a jaded and dangerous way.
“What are you doing at a party like this?”
“Curiosity.”
A smile parts his lips. “Curiosity, the motor of humanity.”
“What about you?”
“Business.” That’s when it hits me. He’s the one who shook hands with Kieran in the hallway.
Why does it take Cato so long to come after me? I’m not proud of reverting to the oldest manipulation tactic, jealousy, but if he has to see one more time that he will never be able to accept me even interacting with another man, so be it. We’ll have a lifetime together to become better at this marriage thing.
The guy looks at me, half in curiosity, half in clinical interest. This man must have everything on a golden plate to be bored like this with life.
“Enzo.”
I whip my head around at Cato. I detect it in his eyes, not to mention his tone perfectly matches his unbridled anger. I suppress a smile. I was starting to worry he wouldn’t show up.
Enzo doesn’t even flinch.
“Is there a problem?”
“She’s mine.”
Ah, now I’m his. Enzo casts his gaze from me to Cato, his boredom in place, but he looks at me slightly different now—as if assessing me.
He takes one last glance at me and leaves.
Cato cracks his neck, approaching me, but he has to realize he can’t say things like ‘sign those papers,’ without backing them up by being able to let me go.
He stalks to me and cages me in.
“Why did you come?”
I am exhausted. I need my husband to wave the white flag. I surrendered, it’s his turn now.
“To show you . . .”
He presses me to his chest and kisses the top of my head.
“What am I going to do with you?”
I bury my face in his chest, holding desperately on to him.
Love me, hold me, never let me go.
