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She laughs again and it’s a stab through the heart.
“Rosie?”
My whispered name in the darkness startles me and the water sloshes over the rim of the glass.
Matias comes into view from the shadows, and I let out a relieved breath.
“What are you—”
I press my finger against my lips, pointing to Ari’s office just as another high-pitched laugh fills the air.
His brows lift as he nods, scratching the back of his head as he takes the spot next to me. “Ah,” he says unsurprised, but understanding. “Bothers you?”
“You could say that,” I whisper, keeping my voice low so Ari doesn’t hear me.
I don’t know why I’m still here, feet planted in the kitchen just listening to them. I must be asking for punishment.
“If it makes you feel better, she isn’t here for that. She’s here to stitch up his shoulder again.”
“Oh,” I mumble, tugging the shirt down so it doesn’t show anything. Actually, I should go put on pants. It isn’t okay that I’m out here without any on.
I snort out loud without meaning to. What does it matter? Ari doesn’t want me. I could parade around naked, and it wouldn’t make a difference.
“How did he do that?” I question, not wanting to sound too interested so I keep my voice monotone.
He crosses his arms and nudges me. “Because after you stormed out of his office after your fight, he might have thrown a chair across the room. I had to throw it away and Gianni had to call that lusty little nurse back.”
“You think she’s lusty?”
He laughs quietly, shoulders shaking up and down while he covers his mouth. “No,” he winds down. “But you apparently do.”
Another giggle drifts through the office.
“I mean she’s practically throwing herself at him.”
“She is, which he will be annoyed about. He doesn’t like easy women.” He eyes me, hoping I catch onto what he means but I don’t give away anything. “He likes his women complicated. Like you, someone who constantly fights him.”
“Not constantly,” I grumble, placing my cup in the sink.
“It isn’t what you think it is.” He grabs my arm before he opens the fridge and grabs a beer. “Nice shirt by the way.”
“Matias,” I scold lightly, bowing my legs until my knees hit one another. “I didn’t expect anyone in the kitchen.”
“You’re such a mess,” the nurse says loudly and my amusement from Matias drifts from my face.
“It means nothing,” he whispers before leaving.
And I’m all alone again.
I walk around the island to the other side of the office and find the door cracked. I shouldn’t peek. I should turn around and go back to his bed—our bed—but I can’t seem to stop. I want to know if it’s just nothing. I want peace of mind. I want to know if my new revelation is pointless and if I’m just his incubator.
I peer in the crack, getting the perfect view of Ari. He’s leaning against his desk, shirtless, and there’s a glass of wine in his hand. For some reason, my eyes fall to his hand and I see his gold wedding band.
Something about that makes me feel safe.
“You weren’t wearing that last time.” Her fingers trace the band and I have to curl my hands into fists, willing her to back off. “You’re married?”
He exhales, shoulders sagging as he takes a long swig of wine as if the answer is so stressful he doesn’t want to reply.
