“Going out to the pool?”
“Thought about it,” she says, picking up a straw hat and turning it over and over in her hands.
“You’re welcome to go anytime.”
She nods and looks up at me. “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to... apologize.”
“For what?”
“For drinking too much. For being an idiot, I don’t know.”
“It’s fine.”
“It doesn’t seem fine. You kind of stormed out of my room?—”
“Only because I shouldn’t be sleeping with you. It... complicates things.”
“Does it?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, it does. You shouldn’t be worried about who I’m dating. I shouldn’t be worried about whoyou’redating.”
I frown, my stomach dropping into my stomach. “Why? Do youwantto date someone else?”
She huffs out a breath, looking up at me with flashing gray eyes. “If I did, would you let me?”
“Hell no. We’re married now.” The words come out before I realize what I’m saying.
“Temporarily.”
“Temporarily or not,belissima, you’re my wifenowand I don’t share.”
“But you’re allowed to go out to a strip club.”
I groan, pacing around in a circle, my hands clenching into fists and relaxing again.
“Why do you care, Li? You don’t want anything to do with me.”
“It’s a double standard, that’s why,” she blurts out, and I roll my eyes.
“Sure, that’s why you’re mad. It has nothing to do with you being possessive or jealous?—”
“You of all people can’t preach to me about being jealous!”
Her voice is almost a screech and I grit my teeth, trying to stop from getting angry.
“Don’t I have a right to be? You had a baby with someone else months after we broke up, Li.”
Her eyes soften. “I...”
Then she closes her mouth. Right. She doesn’t have anything to say now.
“Just give me his name.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger.
“His name doesn’tmatter, Dario.”