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“And if the choice comes between Arabesque and Mia?”
“It won’t.”
“If it does?” he persists.
“I’ll make sure it won’t,” I repeat. “I can run Arabesque while being married to Mia. I can keep my professional life—and Arabesque’s reputation—separate from any negative press about Mia or my being married to her.”
“Obviously, your passion is commendable,” he says. “You’re sure you can do this?”
“Absolutely. One hundred percent.” I don’t say anything else, letting my silence speak for itself.
“You are certainly worth that opportunity,” he finally agrees. “We can discuss this more tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” I echo.
“Salut.”
“Bye, Meric.”
I disconnect and drop the phone back into my pocket.
The media. Fucker. Now Meric’s doubts growing stronger.
The deck is stacked against us. But I’m not scared of the odds.
I refuse to succumb to the doubt pushing through the haze of the last twelve hours.
What have I gotten myself into?
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I pull slowly up to Mia’s gate.
Apparently, the news is out that Mia is back. There had been no sign of the media when I dropped her off earlier, but now I can hardly get through all the reporters who seem to know who I am too.
“Garrett! Garrett! Any comment about your marriage to Mia?”
“Garrett! What about the rumors that Tucker is working with Mia to annul the marriage?”
My knuckles tighten around my steering wheel.
“Garrett! Did you have to sign a prenup?”
Hitting these snakes with my car would not make for good publicity. Grinding my teeth, I avoid looking at them as I pull through the gate. Relief swamps me when their noise dies down to a din, and I can park the car without any other crude questions hurled my way.
It isn’t until I’m standing in front of the door that I face my next dilemma.
Do I let myself in? Do I knock?
I only lift my hand partway to knock before I pause, indecisive.
This isn’t my house.
Is it?
We’re married. She’s asked me to move in with her. Well, maybe not so much asked. Assumed?
Don’t most people live together when they’re married, dipshit?
I shift my hand to the knob, pulled off kilter when it yanks inward.
