built. Dio thought that he would be able to flatten him with a tap of his finger, and that was exactly what he wanted to do, but he’d be damned if he was going to start a brawl in a house.
Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, however, had trained him well when it came to holding his own with his fists.
‘Lucy, shall I leave you two to talk?’
‘Dio, this is Mark.’ She recognised the glitter of menace in her husband’s eyes and decided that, yes, the best thing Mark could do would be to evaporate. Shame he wouldn’t be able to take her with him, but perhaps the time had come to lay her cards on the table and tell Dio what was going on. Before he started punching poor Mark, who was fidgeting and glancing at her worriedly.
She felt sick as she looked, with dizzy compulsion, at the tight, angry lines of her husband’s face.
‘I’d shake your hand,’ Dio rasped, ‘but I might find myself giving in to the urge to rip it off, so I suggest you take my wife’s advice and clear off, and don’t return unless I give you permission.’
‘Dio, please...’ she pleaded, putting herself between her husband and Mark. ‘You’ve got the wrong end of the stick.’
‘I could beat him to a pulp,’ Dio remarked neutrally to her, ‘without even bloodying my knuckles.’
‘And you’d be proud of that, would you?’
‘Maybe not proud, but eminently satisfied. So...’ He pinned coldly furious silver eyes on the guy behind her. ‘You clear off right now or climb out from your hiding place behind my wife and get what’s coming to you!’
With a restraining hand on Dio’s arm, Lucy turned to Mark and told him gently that she’d call him as soon as possible.
Dio fought the urge to deal with the situation in the most straightforward way known to mankind.
But what would be the point? He wasn’t a thug, despite his background.
His head was cluttered with images of the fair-haired man, the fair-haired wimp who had hidden behind his wife, making love to Lucy.
The heat of the situation was such that it was only when the front door clicked shut behind the loser that Dio noticed what he should have noticed the very second he had looked at Lucy.
Gone were the expensive trappings: the jewellery, the watch he had given to her for her birthday present, the designer clothes...
He stared at her, utterly bemused. Her hair was scraped back into a ponytail and she was dressed in a white tee-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and trainers. She looked impossibly young and so damned sexy that his whole body jerked into instant response.
Lucy felt the shift in the atmosphere between them, although she couldn’t work out at first where it was coming from. The tension was still there but threaded through that was a sizzling electrical charge that made her heart begin to beat faster.
‘Are you going to listen to what I have to say?’ She hugged her arms around her because she was certain that he would be able to see the hard tightening of her nipples against the tee-shirt.
‘Are you going to spin me fairy stories?’
‘I’ve never done that and I’m not going to start now.’
‘I’ll let that ride. Are you having an affair with that man?’
‘No!’
Dio took a couple of steps towards her, sick to his stomach at the games going on in his head. ‘You’re my wife!’
Lucy’s eyes shifted away from his. Her breathing was laboured and shallow and she was horrified to realise that, despite the icy, forbidding threat in his eyes, she was still horribly turned on. It seemed that something had been unlocked inside her and now she couldn’t ram it back into a safe place, out of harm’s way.
Dio held up his hand, as though interrupting a flow of conversation, although she hadn’t uttered a word.
‘And don’t feed me garbage about being my wife in name only, because I sure as hell won’t be buying it! You’re my wife and I had better not find out that you’ve been fooling around behind my back!’
‘What difference would it make?’ she flung at him, her eyes simmering with heated rebellion. ‘You fool around behind mine!’
‘In what world do you think I’d fool around behind your back?’ Dio roared, little caring what he said and not bothering to filter his words.
The silence stretched between them for an eternity. Lucy had heard what he had said but had she heard correctly? Had he really not slept with anyone in all the time they had been married? A wave of pure, undiluted relief washed over her and she acknowledged that resentment at her situation, at least in part, had been fuelled by the thought that he had been playing around with other women, having the sex she had denied him.
She would have liked to question him a bit more, tried to ascertain whether he was, indeed, telling the truth; if he was, more than anything else she would have loved to have ask him why
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