Page 34 of Embracing the Change

Nora had gotten close and was pressing into his side, now with her fingers wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull the phone away.

Not gonna happen.

“What the fuck?” he clipped into the phone.

“Where’s my wife? Why are you answering her phone?”

“First, she’s not your fucking wife. Second, I’m answering her phone because she’s busy making me a drink. Why are you calling?”

“Jamie, just—” Nora tried.

“That’s none of your damned business,” Castellini said in his ear.

“Seeing as I’m here, about to share a cocktail and then dinner with her while she’s wearing a phenomenal fucking dress, and you’re not, I beg to differ.”

“Fuck you and put Nora on the phone.”

“Don’t call her again, Castellini,” he ordered.

“Put Nora on the phone!” the man thundered.

“Don’t call again,” he said and then disconnected.

Nora was no longer pressed close, nor did she have her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

She was standing two feet away with her arms crossed on her chest and banked fury in her eyes.

He ignored the fury, even if he couldn’t ignore what her pose did to her breasts and how that made his trousers fit too snugly in the crotch.

“I’ll keep this for tonight, if you don’t mind,” he stated and slid her phone into his inside jacket pocket.

Her brows went up before she asked, “What if I do mind?”

“I’m still keeping it.”

“Be my guest. Now, just to say, there are a few more corners around here you forgot to piss in,” she informed him.

He disregarded that and asked, “Why is he calling you?”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Nora, he cheated on you with every skirt he could con into bed.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

“So why is he calling. Are the kids okay?”

“They’re fine.”

He tipped his head sharply to the side in a Talk gesture.

She tipped her head to the side too, and queried, “Did you visit him at his office after I filed for divorce?”

He nodded. “Damn straight I did.”

He was thankful when she put her hands on her hips. “Why did you do that? No,”—she shook her head—“why didn’t you tell me you did that?”

“He obviously told you,” Jamie pointed out.

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