Page 148 of The Prize
“It’s all so fast.”
“We’ve lived together for six months. I know you’re The One, Zara. There’s no one else for me. God, I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”
My gaze rose to his. “I love you so much. I’d do anything for you.”
His lips crushed mine and he owned my mouth as he swept his tongue against mine, finding every crevice, every stroke one of possession, and his hands pressed against my cheeks to hold me in his grip. I surrendered in his arms and went with this rush, having been captured by this man the first time I saw him.
He pulled back. “You saw it, didn’t you?”
My lips trembled as I tried to deny it.
“Oh, baby.” He yanked me against his chest and hugged me tight. “You weren’t meant to see it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
His frown deepened. “Coops?”
“He chatted awhile but couldn’t stay.”
Tobias’s eyes were assessing mine. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Though I was the one with the right to ask him that.
“What did Abby say exactly?”
Her words flooded back and scorched my heart.
“Zara, you must tell me what’s going on.”
“I did see it,” I blurted. “The Benjamin West. How could you? Tobias, you promised me.” I shoved open the glass door and leaped out and ran for a towel.
“What West?” He was behind me, dripping water and not caring about reaching for a towel himself.
I turned to face him. “The one you stole from Buckingham Palace.”
He pulled away and closed his eyes as he realized he’d gotten caught. “I made a promise to you. I kept it. Whatever was spoken on that call is not true. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“On our wedding day!” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Of all the days you choose to do this it’s today? You’re infuriating.”
“I’m infuriating?”
He caressed his brow. “This must be the last time, Zara.”
“The last time for what?”
“We ever mention that name.”
“Icon?”
He stomped over to the landline, picked up the phone and punched a number set to speed dial.
“Who are you calling?”
He calmed. “Adley.”
“Why?”
