Page 37 of His Secret

“Okay.”

The line goes dead, and I huff out a breath.

Our relationship is far from perfect. In fact, I’d say it’s a little rocky. I suppose it’s both of our faults, but I’m not sure how to make it better. Or if it’s possible to do so.

The door swings open and some guy walks in, so I leave and find Matías at the table drinking water.

“Hope you don’t have to get back right away. I drank one more margarita than I should've and probably need to give it some time before I drive.”

“Oh. That’s fine. Can’t have you breaking the law.”

“If I were alone, I’d probably just get a hotel, but…” His eyes slide over and drink in my body. “Can’t do that.”

I try not to let my thoughts run away with that line. “And miss work tomorrow?” I question with a little chuckle, trying to joke. “My Matías didn’t even want to skip class after we stayed up until three in the morning. There’s no way you’d call out of work.”

I realize afterward that I saidmy Matías, and I wish I could shovel the words back in my mouth.

He doesn’t mention it, but it’s clear by the look on his face that he heard it. “Well, I’ve definitely called out once or twice before. I don’t make it a habit.”

I begin drinking the water I had abandoned earlier for tequila, and we munch on some leftover chips and salsa.

“Why did you call out before?”

“Just a late night.”

“With someone?” I question, not knowing why I needed to ask, because I certainly don’t want the answer.

“Yes, I was with someone,” he replies easily.

I nod. “Well, I suppose it was worth it.”

He grins, like he’s remembering the night and is fond of the memories. I want to take back the question and rewind time because I don’t want him remembering someone else.

He eats a chip, his eyes on me but not really. He’s clearly in his head, but his gaze is in my direction. I watch his eyes roam and his teeth scrape across his bottom lip.

“What are you thinking about?”

His eyes find mine. “You don’t want to know,” he says with a hint of a smirk.

“This other guy that you had such a late night with?” I ask, mad at myself for sounding jealous, because where do I get off?

One brow raises, and he’s thinking the same thing.

“No, actually.”

“Then tell me.”

He leans forward, a lazy grin on his lips—his eyes giving away his inebriation. “If you ask me again, I’ll tell you, but I’m warning you, you probably don’t want to know. I’m notyourMatías anymore. Things have changed slightly since we were together.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin. “So, do you want to know what it is that I’m thinking about?”

His expression tells me it’s sexual. His eyes and the way they study me let me know where his mind is at. The way his teeth dig into his bottom lip tell me he’s imaging or remembering something, and my heart wants to know what it is. However, my brain is begging me not to ask. If I know, I’ll never forget it. I won’t stop thinking about it. It could be a very big mistake.

Matías is grinning at me, amused by my conundrum. He knows what he just did. He lobbed the ball and now it’s in my court. What happens next is up to me.

I swallow, thinking about how my wife is at home waiting for me, but the man I once loved is sitting in front of me baiting me into a question that will no doubt flip my world upside down.

I lick my lips and inhale. “What are you thinking about?”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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