chapter 44

“Stop!”

My shout alarms Nathan, but he does, at least, stop taking his clothes off.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand.

“It’s the twenty-third.” He gives me a moment to realize my error, which I obviously don’t, and then goes on, “My secretary said—”

“Who the fuck was that?” I jab my index finger toward the window, but Nathan’s gaze falls on the playpen and he looks over his shoulder, in the direction Hannah has just gone.

“I assumed she was someone you knew—”

“Not Hannah!” I press my fingers into my temples. “The woman you were kissing outside!”

He doesn’t react the way a man who’s been caught cheating on his wife should react. That is, with any remorse at all. He blinks. “You saw that?”

“Yes, I saw!” I pace furiously in front of the fireplace. I wish he gave me a wedding ring, so I could throw it into the flames. “Who is she?”

“Amber Rogers.” He doesn’t try to deny it at all.

“The former queen?” I hate the way my voice accelerates upward with my anger.

“The deposed