I giggle. “A swimsuit, boxers, and dildos. Wow, that’s quite a collection of cocks. Are they yours?”
“No,” he says with a glare.
I smirk. “They pranked us.”
“I should have checked the bags before they left. Now we’re stuck here for two days with no clothes.”
I shrug. “There’s a washing machine, and thankfully, I have a slip under my dress.”
“I’m wearing a suit. It has to be dry-cleaned.”
“Hmm, guess you’re wearing a swimsuit all weekend.”
“Dammit.”
“Not laughing now, huh?”
He smirks as his fingers undo his tie, then the buttons of his shirt. I watch in rapt attention as he whips them off, his muscles rippling as he throws them over a chair.
He arches a brow, and I blink and flip around to the bedroom, where I quickly wash my face in the en suite bathroom, then hang my dress up.
When I come into the kitchen, he’s only wearing his dress pants. His feet are bare as he stands at the stove, stirring something with a spatula. My eyes eat up the defined expanse of his broad tanned back, the way his pants taper down to a slim waist. My breath quickens. Just damn.
He’s all mine now. My husband.
He glances at me over his shoulder. “I’m making us cheese omelets. There’s fruit too. Want to set the table?”
We chat idly as I arrange the fruit on a plate and get plates and cutlery. He tells me he wants water, and I grab us two bottles from the fridge. Carrying the pan from the kitchen, he slides the omelets onto our plates, then takes the pan back to the kitchen.
We sit down across from each other. Neither of us ate much of the finger foods at the party.
“Ah, before we eat . . .” Graham gets up and opens his jacket and pulls out a small box. “A wedding gift for you.”
Taking the box in my hands, I open the tissue hesitantly, and an awed gasp leaves me. Sitting nestled inside is an exquisite iguana bangle. The eyes gleam with emerald jewels, and his tail is curved with lines of glittering white diamonds. The tail thickens at the end and becomes the circular pattern of the bracelet. “Wow. Just wow. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” I slip it over my hand and up my arm. “Does it match my slip?” I smile.
“Hmm. You’re welcome,” he says gruffly.
“I didn’t get you anything,” I say, fidgeting.
“You showed up, Emmy.”
I chew on my food. “I can’t believe Jane went along with Brody on the luggage thing.”
“Brody is smooth. He’s good at convincing people.”
“Like you . . . ,” I say as I bite into a strawberry. He watches me avidly, his eyes following a trail of juice that escapes down my chin. I hurriedly wipe it away under his scrutiny.
“Hardly. I had to buy a bookstore to get you to marry me.”
And he loves Divina. I cut viciously into my omelet.
“Is everything all right?” he asks.
“I saw you with Divina.”
He pauses with his fork midway to his mouth, then sets it down on his plate. He leans back in his chair, and I battle to keep my gaze on his face and not his naked chest. “I know.”
“Brody told you?”
“There was a mirror over the fireplace. I saw you.”
That makes it even worse. Did he see the jealousy on my face?
His eyes gleam. “She found me as soon as I came in and insisted we talk. Are you upset?”
I swallow tightly. “I heard what she said. That she wants you back.”
I wait for him to reply, but he says nothing.
I exhale. “I guess if you really want . . .”
A muscle in his jaw jerks. “Are you suggesting I take her up on her offer of an affair?”
I stare down at a blueberry on my plate. “If you want to be with Divina, I’m not here to stand in your way—”
I stop abruptly when he stands up from the table. With his hands on the table, he leans into me. “I . . . don’t . . . want . . . Divina.”
He rears back up, chest rising rapidly, then stalks to the deck door, opens it, and stomps outside into the night.
Why is he angry? He’s the one who freaking told me he loved her.
An hour later, he still hasn’t returned. I’ve cleaned the kitchen already and fiddled around the cottage. I’ve picked up books and set them back down, unable to concentrate on anything but Graham. I try to see the situation from his side. Divina betrayed him with his half brother, and he’s never gotten over the sting of it. Now that he’s married, she offers herself to him. Perhaps he could even marry her now, claim the inheritance, and get back at Holden.