warm ignited in his chest then, spreading through him like wildfire, yet when she continued to stare at her wrist, he tucked a finger under her chin, forcing her head up till she met his gaze. “Aren’t you going to ask where I found it?”
Her tapered brows knitted. “Where was it?” she asked, and another wave of panic swept over her.
“In my house, Ange. In fact, it was snagged in my bedspread.” He watched the color drain from her beautiful face. “Now. You haven’t been to my place in a while. And I know you haven’t been in my bed.”
His softly spoken words, the mere suggestion lacing through them, sent curls of heat through her body.
“So that can only mean one thing.”
“And what might that be?” She swallowed, praying she wasn’t caught, then knowing she was.
He took a step closer, gazing down at her. “Why have you taken a second job as my wife for hire?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
Then his expression darkened, his blue eyes crystal sharp. “And why the hell did you lie to me about it?”
Her chin jutted out. “I didn’t lie. Exactly.”
“You just didn’t care enough to tell me that you’re my wife for hire?”
The accusation in his voice stung. “That’s not true, and you know it.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his hand across his mouth. “I do. But that doesn’t explain why you kept this from me. I should have realized it, though. Who else would know all my favorite foods?” He sighed. “But you should have told me.”
“It wasn’t any of your business.” She moved past him into her bedroom.
He was hot on her heels. “You’re my friend. If you needed money, why didn’t you come to me?”
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