Page 103 of Wild Lily
“We are not friends.”
She shot him a hard look of reproof. “Any woman who approaches a man with sorrow in her eyes and hope on her lips wants more than simple conversation, Julian.”
He might as well admit it. “I agree.”
His wife sat straighter in her seat. “Will she get what she wants?”
He strode to her, raised her face with gentle fingers and shook his head. “No. I’ve no need of her.”
“You’ll tell me, won’t you, if you change your mind?” She looked so valiant it broke his heart.
“I won’t change it, Lily.”
“Good to know,” she said and got to her feet. Then she walked toward her dressing room. “Thank you. I appreciate your candor.”
“Lily.” He wanted to explain but what more was there to say?
She tipped her head toward the other room. “I think I’ll sleep in here this evening. Good night, Julian.”
He was left to stare at the empty doorway, wishing he could have found words to dispel her fears. Wishing he could dispel his own.
