Gwenyth’s chin notched up haughtily. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Sam strolled over to where Gwenyth stood casting him wary glances. “You’re the worst liar on planet earth, Gwen, which I happen to like about you.” He tweaked her topknot gently before meeting her gaze. “Now tell me the truth.”
Gwenyth licked her lips as she tried to figure out a way around this new dilemma. The past couple of days as husband and wife had been pure bliss and she was reluctant to throw any wrenches into the mix that might cause Sam to do something so—well—so Sam-like. She could easily envision her new husband spending the first year of their marriage behind bars.
Straightening her back rigidly, Gwenyth threw down the proverbial gauntlet and leered at Sam, all but daring him to disagree with her. “My brother and I are having breakfast.”
Sam continued to glower at her.
Gwenyth shuffled on her feet. “I’m going to the gym?” she squeaked out.
He said nothing.
Gwenyth bit her lip. “I’m having an affair?”
Sam grunted. He placed his hands on his wife’s shoulders and smoldered her with the look he typically reserved for annoying sports reporters that wouldn’t go away. “I don’t like your lyin’ to me, Gwenyth Marie. Just what is goin’ on that’s so bad, you’d rather I believe you’re sleepin’ around on me than to tell me the truth?”
Gwenyth closed her eyes briefly, realizing there was no way around this. She was going to have to tell Sam the truth and pray he took it well. She shook her head and sighed. “Get dressed and I’ll tell you on the way.”
“Fine. Where are we goin’?”
“To the police station.”
Chapter 16
“I absolutely can’t believe that you of all people conspired against me with my wayward wife.” Sam paced recklessly back and forth as he continued to lecture Harry from the office of his campaign headquarters turned senatorial home base. “I mean, don’t you think this is the very kind of thing a man should be aware of?” Frustrated, he threw a punch at the wall.
Harry, who had been pretending to clean his already immaculate fingernails, glanced up at the fresh fist-sized dent in his wall, then turned to Sam and scowled. “Gee, and I wonder why Gwen was reluctant to bring you into this.”
Sam shook a finger at his brother-in-law. “Don’t test me, Harry.”
Harry sighed. “I’m beginning to see why my sister sneaked off to her studio,” he muttered.
“Oh she’ll be hearin’ a hell of a lot more when she gets home tonight, that I can tell you.”
Harry dropped down into the nearest chair and crossed one leg over the knee of the other. “I see. So I take it you want to end up in divorce court before week one of your marriage passes by?” He rested his elbows on his leg and steepled his fingertips together. “Sam, you better calm down before you say anything more to my sister. This was precisely why she didn’t want to tell you about all the notes she’d received to begin with.”
Sam gritted his teeth against the anger and desperation that was welling up inside of him. There was more to this issue than what met the eye. “I’m more hurt than anythin’ else, okay?”
“Hurt?” Harry shook his head absently. “I don’t understand.”
Sam closed his eyes and distractedly massaged the bridge of his nose. He needed to get his emotions under control. Harry was right. His attitude toward Gwen had been domineering and appalling this morning. Hell, most mornings. “She turned to you instead of me,” he muttered in a despondent tone.
Harry’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Is that what’s bugging you? You’re not upset about those notes?”
“Oh, whoever wrote them will get his eventually—have no doubt on that score.” Sam plopped down into the chair next to Harry’s. “But no, that’s not why I’m so upset.”
“Then why?”
“Why do you think? I’m hurt because when my wife was in need of support she turned to her big brother instead of to her husband.”
Harry snorted his disbelief. “Is that what you believe?”
“It’s what happened, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not.”
Sam narrowed his eyes and frowned. “Then what did happen?”
