He turns and glares at me.
“Who was at the door?” she asks without turning.
She places the mug down, and I see it’s mine. My girl’s making me a coffee before she does her own. I hold back from knocking this idiot out of the way so I can go over there and pull her into my arms.
“Hi, Halliday.”
She turns, her eyes widening when she sees him.
I walk over and slide my arm around her waist.
“Your friend came to visit,” I say, looking at Rory, and curling my hand around her hip. “A surprise visit,” I add, hitching my brows at him.
His eyes drop to my fingers stroking her hip bone.
“Friend, huh?”
He lifts his eyes to mine, something flashing in his that makes the hairs on the back of my neck spring to alert.
“Oh, Halliday,” he tuts in a mocking voice. “You didn’t tell him?”
Hallie stiffens as his eyes slide to her, then back to mine with a glinting arrogance.
“Maybe I should introduce myself again?”
“Stop,” Hallie urges in a pained whisper.
But he’s already stepping forward with a smarmy grin.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Beaufort.” He sneers. “I’m Rory. Halliday’s husband.”
22
HALLIDAY
“What the hell?What are you doing here?” I gape at Rory standing with an arrogant smirk on his face.
“I was worried. I heard you had an accident. I thought you’d be at your apartment. I didn’t expect to find you here.” Rory’s gaze roams around the room, and he frowns as he looks out of the windows at the multi-million-dollar view. “Looks like you’ve settled in just fine.”
I whip my gaze beside me. “Sterling, I?—”
His arm has already detached itself from me before the deep rumble of his voice makes my heart squeeze. “Sounds like you two have some talking to do.”
“It’s not?—”
“Hallie,” he says, his eyes pinned on Rory. “Why don’t you go and get dressed. I’ll keep yourhusbandcompany until you come back.”
I turn and rush from the room.
I go into Sterling’s dressing room and pull a knitted dress from a hanger. I take off his shirt, unable to look at it as I place it carefully down onto the large stool in the center of the room. I pull on some underwear and the dress, then drag on a pair of long boots and grab my coat.
I rake my fingers through my hair as I race back into the living area.
The two men are facing one another in silence. Sterling’s leaning back against the counter drinking his coffee, seemingly relaxed, while Rory has his hands on his hips, glaring at him.
At least there isn’t blood.
“Sterling—”
