“You think you’ve kept your word?” My fingers tighten around his shoulder like claws. “You certainly haven’t acted like a perfect husband.”
“What are you talking about?”
My hand slides to his neck, and I press a finger against theincriminating spot. “You promised me celibacy. But you’ve snuck out again, haven’t you?”
He looks up at the ceiling, likeI’mthe issue. “Paige.”
“Don’t tell me I’m wrong. I canseeit. You have a hickey on your neck.” I lean in closer, and my voice shakes with anger. “So whoever she is, tell her to be more careful next time.”
“There is no one.” His hand flattens against my back. “And for Christ’s sake, darling, you can’tflirtwith a manat our wedding party.”
“And why not? If you’re not keeping your promise, I don’t see why I have to keep mine. I can find myself someone on the side too.”
“You’re infuriating,” he says, and turns me around on the dance floor. “Antoine. Did he go for it?”
“He suggested we could have some fun.”
“Fucking snake. I knew it.”
“Therearemen who would be happy to have me, you know,” I say.
Rafe’s voice darkens. “I’m well aware, but they can’t have you. You’re mine. Put your rings back on.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Around us, people are watching our dance. Plenty wear smiles, like they can see our heated exchange. Good thing they can’t hear it, or they would know it’s not evidence of passion.
“Yourrings, Paige,” he growls.
“Is the person who gave you the hickey here? Or did you meet up after the bachelor party?” I brush my hand along the side of his face. Like I touch him all the time. Like I love this man more than my life.
Like he’s not making me want to scream.
“I’m not sleeping around,” he says through tight teeth.
“You broke our deal.” My smile widens, and I feel like I’m drowning in my own anger. “Every agreement we’ve ever had is now null and void.”
“Darling, you’re dead wrong.” His voice darkens. “You’re the most expensive investment I’ve ever made. I wouldn’t risk that for half an hour of fun.”
The music shifts, and we come to a standstill on the deck. He’s still holding me, and another breeze sweeps across, stirring my hair.
It’s a beautiful night, and all I can feel is fury.
“I don’t believe you,” I say.
He leans in, lips brushing against my cheek. A shiver runs through me. “Not here,” he says.
“As soon as we’re off this boat,” I say, and fix the collar of his shirt, “I will need an explanation.”
CHAPTER 34
RAFE
She’s furious.
There’s color high on her cheeks, and her eyes spark with it. She’s beautiful. She always is, but right now it’s like the pointed end of a sharp sword, ready to slide between my ribs.
She’s so sure she’s right, and she’s dead wrong.
I had to watch herflirtwith someone else in front of me. It was brief. It’s unlikely anyone noticed. No one but me, because I seem to be so attuned to her that I’m always aware of her. Where she is in a room, who she’s talking to.
