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My eyes narrow. I caught her on something.

But what?

She swallows.

“What did you make?” she asks brushing by me.

I inhale the scent of her.

Thesame.

Darker.

Richer.

Cherries.

“I didn’t make anything, Clara did.”

The mention of another woman’s name doessomething.

“Another wife?”

I chuckle. “My chef.Ourchef now.”

She walks toward the kitchen where the table is set with her favorite meal.

“Pulling out all the stops I see.”

Her hand grazes the back of the chair.

I—”

Nico’s voice interrupts.

“Adriana, I left your bags by the elevator.”

Stepping to the kitchen, his eyes on her shesmilesat him.

It’s a perfect smile.

Gorgeous.

Mine.

“Thank you Nico, I appreciate it,” her voice smooth. Kind.Warm.

I glare at Nico to get the fuck out, but he ignores me.

Fucker.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, I’m all setthank—”

“You could put her bags in the master bedroom,” I interrupt. He shouldn’t even be addressing her. He’s doing it to get under my skin.

“No.”

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