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“You can come with me, just so you can tell Les I took everything that he asked me to.”
There’s a lump in my throat. “He asked you to come here?”
“Well, it was a while ago. Honestly, he’s probably forgotten by now.” She shakes her head. “You know how he gets when he’s busy.”
The smile on my face feels forced. “We should get your things. I’d hate to keep Aimée’s driver waiting.”
Greer nods, leading the way through my house. She’s clearly been here before. There’s no hesitation in her steps as she walks to the guest room furthest from my room. In the room, she goes to the dresser, opening the top drawer. It’s full of lingerie—the kind of things you’d wear if you were trying to seduce a lover. Greer giggles when she drops a pair of crotchless panties and grabs them off the floor.
“My bag is in the closet. Could you grab it for me?”
“Sure.”
Anything to get this woman out of my house.
In the closet, I stop. There aren’t just a few changes of clothes in here. It’s a full wardrobe. I glance over my shoulder to see her coming from the bathroom with an armful of toiletries.
“Can I ask you something?”
She looks up. “Of course.”
“Aimée hinted that you and Alessandro were close.”
“We were.”
“But you aren’t now?”
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “You’re married to him. Why does it matter?”
“It matters.”
She sits on the edge of the bed. “We’re not close. As much as I wish we were.”
My chest is tight. She’s in love with him. I can’t blame her, I really can’t. That doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.
“I’m not a threat to you, Isabetta. I know Aimée brought me here to cause drama, but it won’t go anywhere. Do you want to know how I know?”
“How?”
“Because he chose you. When I left, he didn’t chase after me. When my engagement was announced, he didn’t bat an eye. When I suddenly became single again, he didn’t call.” She shakes her head. “He’s yours, Isabetta. And I’m just glad I can finally have my favorite pair of jeans back.”
We both share a laugh and the tension in the room eases.
We work together, packing up her clothes. When she’s finished, I turn to her.
“Thank you for saying that. You didn’t have to, and it means a lot.”
Greer’s gaze searches mine. “Can I be frank?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not the one that you have to worry about, but there are others who want to see your marriage fail.”
“Others?”
She dips her head toward the door. “Aimée enjoys gossip, but she never does anything unless she’s told.”
“Her husband?”
