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A shrug from Imogen. ‘Maybe. We’ll have to see how the next few months play out.’
‘Give me a call when you do. I’d love to catch up.’
Was it the height of cliché to realise your entire world was wrapped up in one person just as some upstart attempted to snatch it away?
Because that was what Zeph felt in that moment.
And that was what he prowled forward, with purpose, to rectify.
CHAPTER NINE
‘WE’LLHAVETOsee how the next few months play out.’
It hurt Imogen’s soul to say the words to Noah.
Hurt even more that she had no clue what her own marriage held in store for her. Would Zeph forgive her if and when he regained his memories?
Would he still hold her to the six months once he remembered the true state of their marriage?
‘Can I get you a drink?’ Noah asked, noting her empty hands.
‘I’ll take care of it,’ Zeph slid in smoothly from beside her, his voice clipped.
She glanced at him, confirmed that the voice matched the look on his face. ‘Noah is resigning. He’s got offers he claims he has to consider.’ Her smile was bittersweet. She’d enjoyed working with him.
‘Ah, then I’m sure there are other people you’d like to introduce yourself to now that you’re window shopping.’ From Zeph’s tone of voice, one could easily swapintroduceforintrude.
Noah took his cue from that and beat a hasty retreat.
‘I’m not sure why you dislike him so much.’
His mouth twisted. ‘Are you truly that oblivious?’
‘What?’
‘He’s in love with you,’ Zeph supplied, quiet fury brimming the words.
‘What? No!’
His nostrils flared. ‘It would probably crush him to hear your hot denial.’
Another tiny rip in her chest made her breath catch. ‘Is he the one you care about?’
His eyes gleamed. ‘I’m perfectly capable of ensuring your young puppy doesn’t sniff around what’s mine and also ensuring my wife isn’t blind to what’s happening around her.’
‘Right. Consider me adequately warned.’
For the longest time, he held her gaze. When he nodded it was with pure masculine satisfaction and in the assurance that whatever message he wanted to give had been delivered.
And it had. Not that she needed it.
Because somewhere between falling into Zeph’s bed and arriving in Italy, she’d lost the last ounce of fight where protecting her heart was concerned.
She was in love with her husband.
The rip turned into a tear, oozing panic and desperation. Old or new Zeph, she knew her feelings would most likely not be welcome. Just as she knew trying to contain them would rip her apart.
‘I just left you. Did you want something?’ she asked, striving to keep her voice even and a smile pinned on her face.
