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I wouldn’t put it past him to have one of his men timing me and giving him a report.
“Have you heard of compromise?”
“One hour outside. That was the compromise.”
“Well, I didn’t hear myself agreeing.”
His lips tip up in a heartfelt smile, disarming me.
“One hour. You still owe me fifty-five minutes.”
The sheer nerve. The absolute arrogance.
Cameron cuts my train of thought when he plays with a strand of my wig.
“You’ve ruined blonds for me.” His gaze fixates on the strand of hair as if it offends him.
“I’m truly sorry,” I say mockingly.
“When I unwrap you, it will be my biggest accomplishment.”
“Dream on.”
He takes a step back and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Small steps, okay?”
“I’m tired.”
“Really? Because I still see light coming from this room until sunrise.”
I’m about to protest when he says, “Come on, Violet. You can do this.”
Whatever. I sidestep him and feel him following me.
In the backyard, he drops onto the lounge chair and pats the spot beside him. “Sit.”
“I’m nice and all, but stop treating me as if I’m your possession—or worse, your pet. ‘Sit. Come.’ What’s wrong with you?”
He drags a hand down his face and throws his head back. “You’re right. I guess it comes naturally. My apologies.”
Wow. Color me surprised. I wonder how anyone can become like this—hard, jagged, almost inhuman. But I don’t have any right to know because I would never tell him my story. And knowing him, he would want that and take everything else he could as well.
Owls hooting in the night disrupt the silence. I get lost in the endless sky peppered with flickering stars, the half moon, a painting of mystery—of secrecy.
“Marie told me you just ate lunch.”
His deep voice, always ending in a husky tone, drags me back to here and now.
“I tend to get lost in my games.”
He nods in understanding, and maybe he does. I lean back, giving in to the small talk. We have to get along. We’re married, after all. I have no interest in learning more about him. It’s just small talk.
“How was your day?”
His eyes, those hazel eyes, potent and devoid of innocence, lock onto mine. The intensity has goose bumps awakening on my body.
“Long, hard, and challenging. Still, I came out on top.”
“Are you afraid you won’t win the election?”
