Chapter 144

KATE 

We were back at his house. I took a long, hot shower and thanked him for not forcing a conversation, at least not yet. I put on one of his shirts and poured myself a glass of wine from his cellar. I sat in front of the huge windows that I loved, watching a light rain begin to fall. It was a beautiful Saturday. Maybe I should go home, read a book, or watch TV until I fall asleep.

Was he working on a Saturday? What else could he be doing in that office?

"Are you drinking wine this early in the morning?" he asked.

He was standing by the wall next to the office door, shirtless. I looked away to avoid temptation.

"Is it forbidden?" I replied.

"Maryan will prepare our breakfast soon. I'm going to take a shower, but first, I want to talk."

"I don't want to," I said.

I dropped the glass on the floor.

"But we need to. You're upset," he insisted.

"There's nothing you can do about it. It's my problem