Page 62 of Be My Wife


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“What?”

I shake my head. Ease back. “Nothing.”

She flings one pink-clad leg over another and presses herself even closer to the opposite door.

I frown at her. At the giant space between us. The moment we left Novah and her fiancé, Elizabeth withdrew into herself like a turtle ducking her head into a shell.

It reminded me of the way she acted in the taxi after our marriage ceremony.

That time, I got her out of her funk by buying her a ring.

This time…

“Should we go get my ring now?” I ask hopefully.

“No.”

“But—”

“I have work,” she says firmly.

“Well, you have a connection with the boss so—”

Her head swings my way. Angry brown eyes take me in.

I clear my throat. “Fine. We’ll just go to work.”

Silence falls again.

I glance up front and find Gerard observing us through his dark shades. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his censure through his tightened lips.

I arch an eyebrow. What? What did I do?

He just shakes his head in a silent rebuke.

A few minutes later, Gerard slows the SUV in front of Gran’s building. I open my mouth to say something to Elizabeth, but she cuts me off by tossing a sweet smile at Gerard. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem, ma’am.”

I wait for her to say something to me.

She doesn’t.

Without a backward glance, Elizabeth throws her door open, flings herself out and hurries into the building.

I sigh deeply.

Run a hand over my face.

Think back to that cake tasting.

Is she upset because I was late?

I deliberate the matter, searching for every possible explanation. A vision of Elizabeth, eyes wide and mouth slack as I pull away after kissing her good and proper fills my mind.

Had I laid it on too thick?

Was she unsatisfied with my performance?

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