“I didn’t trust her to know about you.” He winced when Jennifer gasped.
She planted her hands on her hips. “I’ve kept all your secrets!” Amos had decided against telling Jennifer about the Hydra, too afraid she’d cave under pressure if someone pushed her for information.
“You two share secrets?” Clover practically yelled.Little mouse, my ass.
Jennifer nodded. “He had me forge letters, and he snuck off all the time, and I never said anything. If he’d told me about you, I wouldn’t have had to pretend to be mad you were here.”
Clover tilted her head. “Why would you pretend to be mad?”
Jennifer snorted. “You’re his actual mate. How would you react if you walked into his room to find him with another woman?”
The women seemed to be calming down, so Amos approached them slowly.
“Are you fucking him?” Clover asked, and he considered backing up again. He really needed to put on pants. He and Clover slept naked, and he wanted to wake up with her the way they normally do. He hadn’t planned on Jennifer barging in.
Jennifer looked horrified. “Gods, no. Look at him.” She motioned to his face.
What the hell?“What’s wrong with my face?”
Both women turned on him and said, “Shut up.”
Jennifer studied the sheet Clover clung to for dear life. “Let me grab you a dress. It will be loose on you, but it’s better than that.” She disappeared into her room, leaving the door open, and Clover followed with Amos on her heels. Amos decided not to remind Clover that she had clothes in their closet.
“Is this your bedroom?” Clover asked Jennifer, looking around.
“Yes,” Jennifer called from the closet.
Clover turned around to look at Amos with fury in her eyes. “You two have connecting bedrooms?”
This wasn’t how he wanted their reunion to go. “My father insisted.” His eyes trailed over her, soaking her in—hair a mess, cheeks pink with rage. “You look pretty.”
“You are really pretty,” Jennifer agreed and handed her a blue dress then ushered Amos and Clover into his room. “I’ll give you two privacy.” Right as the door closed it opened again and Jennifer stage-whispered to Clover. “You should kick his ass.”
The door closed with a loudclick, leaving Amos and Clover alone again.
Clover dropped the sheet, and Amos’ mouth watered at the sight of her naked body. He tossed the pillow to the ground and closed the distance between them, but before he could touch her, she hit him in the face with the dress. “You don’t get to touch me.” She slipped the dress over her head. “For a long time.”
He recoiled. “Why?”
“Why?” She pointed at the door to Jennifer’s room. “Because you told her I was dead.”
“You’re overreacting,” he fired back. “You actually tried to kill me.”
“You have to get over that,” she huffed. “How would you feel if you found out I had conjoining rooms with a man who was pretending to be my mate?”
Amos cracked his neck, itching to hit something at the thought.
“That’s what I thought,” she said, crossing her arms.
He ran both hands through his hair. “What did you want me to do?”
“You should have told me everything. I might be overreacting, but after what happened nine years ago, I deserve full transparency. Finding out Jennifer can just waltz into your room whenever she wants was not a pleasant experience.”
Jennifer didn’t do that unless he left the door unlocked, which wasn’t often. This was on him.
“I’m sorry.” He crossed to his closet and pulled out a pair of soft, cotton sleep pants. Might as well cover up since it seemed his wife had no plans of letting him fuck her today. “What else do you want to know?”
A soft knock came from the door leading to his sitting room, and he almost groaned. What now? Clover glanced at him. “If another woman walks through that door, I’m leaving.”
