“Oh. Sorry. That’s not the impression I got from you.” A faint heat settles on the back of my neck. I can’t believe I completely misinterpreted this situation, and his intentions.
“Fair enough. So, will you give me a chance to be friendly? Just as co-workers? Maybe gossip in the break room from time to time?”
I smile with relief. “Sure. I guess.”
“No harm in that, is there?”
“I guess not.” I glance around him at my waiting car. “I need to go. Have a good night.”
“See you tomorrow.”
I wave and head to the car. Finn and Kody give me curious glances but they don’t ask any questions and I don’t offer an explanation.
CHAPTER 41
Cian
“This couldn’t wait until morning?” I gripe at Wolfe, who’s standing in my home office. It’s well past midnight. I had to leave the warmth of my bed, and the soft comfort of my wife to come downstairs for this spontaneous meeting with him. “You could always use your phone, you know.”
“Best done in person,” he grunts, sitting in the leather chair opposite my desk. “Finn and Kody were too afraid of your reaction, so they came to me about it.”
Finn and Kody? My wife’s driver and bodyguard?
My heartbeat picks up, driving the remaining cobwebs of sleep from my mind.
“What’s going on?” I growl.
“They saw a man walking with your wife out front of her building today after work. He chatted with her for a while before she got into the car. Apparently, they seemed rather friendly with each other. He wasn’t a stranger to her.” Wolfe leans forward, elbows on my desk. “Also, the man had the look of the Irish, not Italian, so he’s not her family. Not one of our guys either.”
Immediately my mind conjures up all kinds of possible scenarios, but only one lingers, manifesting in a full blown vision. Was she flirting with this man? Worse, is she cheating on me?
A dangerous heat crawls up my neck.
We’ve been married for two and half years now, and my greatest fear has come to life. She didn’t take a job because she was bored, or needed a sense of purpose, she took it to meet another man.
How long has this been going on?
Are they planning to run off together?
Is she already pregnant with his child?
I shove my fingers through my hair, grip tight, and tug on my scalp. I’m going to drive myself crazy with these questions. I need answers. Right. Now.
I stand up so fast that my chair topples over, crashing to the floor. A startled Wolfe eases back in his own seat.
“What are you going to do with this information?” he asks.
“I’m going to confront my wife.” I lumber out of the room, up the stairs, and enter our bedroom with such force that the door bangs against the wall.
Ravenna clicks on the light, blinking at me in confusion. She takes in my wild expression and starts to move toward me, reaching for me.
“Stop!”
She halts in the middle of the bed. “What’s happening?”
“That’s what I want to know.” I can’t hold back my glower.
Her furrowed brow deepens. “What?”
