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My Jasper is so proper. “Call me by my name.”
He makes a face. “I couldn’t. That’s too—familiar.”
“Jasper.” I roll my eyes. “We’ve known each other a long time. I think it’s okay if you call me Charlotte.”
“Mrs. Constantine is what I should call you.”
This immediately makes me think of Caroline. “And now I sound like my mother-in-law, when that is the last thing I want.”
Jasper chuckles and my phone buzzes at the same time, indicating I got a text. I check who it’s from.
Unknown number:I miss you.
My heart drops, and for a second, I think it might be my husband who said that.
I wish.
Me:Who is this?
Unknown number:Think about it,a runsearc.
My entire body goes cold at the endearment. I remember looking it up after he said it to me, and the literal meaning is secret love, which makes sense considering he didn’t want anyone to know about us.
God, I was clueless. Young and naïve and just so stupid. I should’ve known then that it was a red flag.
Me:Stop texting me.
Unknown number:I don’t see how you can barely know a man yet marry him in a matter of weeks.
Me:You don’t know me anymore. I don’t think you ever really did.
Unknown number:I know you better than anyone. Especially that kid you consider your husband.
Me:He IS my husband and he’s not a kid.
Unknown number:Compared to me he is.
That’s true. Seamus is in his thirties. He probably has a solid ten years on Perry.
What was I doing, falling for Seamus’s lies when I was in Paris? So starved for affection I gave it up to the first man who showed me attention. A much older man with a prestigious position and a beautiful girlfriend who wanted to be his wife.
I was a complete idiot.
“I’m going to prepare you a nice salad,” Jasper says, making me glance up from my phone. “I’ll put it in the refrigerator when I’m done and you can eat it whenever you’re ready. Just let me know.”
I frown at him. “Are you bored, Jasper? Not much to do around here for you?”
“No, I’m not bored.” He shakes his head, but I can tell he’s fibbing. “Would you care to see what I’ve trained Doja to do?”
Whatever distraction he can give me to forget about Seamus, I need it. “Please. I would love to.”
“You won’t get mad?”
“Why would I get mad?”
Doja follows Jasper everywhere he goes. He’s like her second owner. Plus, he feeds her more often than I do, which is always a draw for her. Her love and loyalty are led by her stomach. “She is your cat.”
“And she’s yours too. She adores you. Look at her.” My phone buzzes over and over with texts from Seamus but I ignore him. To give in gives him exactly what he wants.
