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“Do you want something to eat when we get home?” he asks. “We could go by and have dinner before going home.”
I shake my head. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”
Dante frowns. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Too much booze on the honeymoon,” I say, cracking a smile, and Dante laughs.
“Poor baby,” he croons. “Come sit on my lap and I’ll make you feel better.”
I force myself to smile. “Not this time. I’m feeling really tired,” I lie.
Dante takes it in stride, and I close my eyes against the tears. I don’t know how to deal with this, how to talk to him about it.
It’s not my business who he was with before me, but it’s certainly my business who he’s with now. It should be only me. But he’s told me that’s the case, and I have no real reason not to believe him.
“I’ve got work to do all evening,” Dante says.
Of course he does. That doesn’t surprise me, but there’s a big part of me that worries it’s not work at all – that it’s thatwoman.
When we arrive at home, Dante goes to shower and invites me, but I decline, feigning being tired and hungover.
I am tired and hungover, but that’s not the reason I don’t go into the shower with him. I’m just feeling rejected and stressed, and I need some kind of outlet.
When Dante comes out of the shower wearing just a towel, I bite my lip, regretting my decision for a moment.
“How long will you be gone?” I ask.
Dante shrugs. “A few hours.”
“I’m thinking about going to see Marta.”
He frowns. “Nico’s driving me, and I don’t want a new driver driving you around. Can’t she come here?”
I think about it for a moment. Marta hasn’t seen the mansion yet, at least not since I moved in.
“All right,” I say with a smile.
Dante puts a stack of cash on the nightstand. “Order in whatever you want.”
“We might raid your liquor cabinet,” I tease.
He smiles and suddenly I feel slightly better about everything. His smile really lights up the room, dimples popping out of his cheeks.
“What’s mine is yours, pretty girl.”
Dante walks toward me and kisses me softly before leaving the house, and I feel stupid for ever doubting him. Just because he let some girl down easy doesn’t mean that he’s still seeing her, right?
Maybe I’m being paranoid.
* * *
“You’re absolutely not being paranoid,”Marta says, sipping her martini. “Dante has a hell of a reputation. I’d be worried, too.”
I stare at her. “Why would you say that to me? Now I’m stressed out!”
Marta laughs. “You were already stressed out.”
We are both a little tipsy since I grabbed a bottle of top shelf vodka from Dante’s liquor cabinet and we’ve been drinking vodka martinis.
