Page 175 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Why didn’t you call?” she asks softly, her fingers on my chest tracing the lines of my name tattooed there.

I clear my throat, and she leans back to study me.

“Because I wouldn’t have done what I needed to do if I had.”

“Why?”

I don’t answer her.

“What did you do while I was away? Was Bella nice to you?”

“Bella was good. I like Ava, too. I’ve been helping Bella with Founder’s Day preparations.”

“Good,” I murmur gruffly. I’ve yet to see Bella, but I know that’s another bridge I’ll have to mend. “Anything else happen while I was gone?”

She grimaces, her cheeks burning.

“I met your ex.”

Fuck.

She must feel me stiffen because she sits back.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were engaged before?”

Because I prefer to forget.

“Because it doesn’t matter. You’re my wife.”

“She doesn’t seem to agree,” she says, moving to get off me, but I tighten my hold on her hips, keeping her grounded on my lap. My cock sits heavily between us, hard as fucking diamonds after three weeks without her.

“I don’t give a shit what she agrees with. You’re my wife.”

“Why is she here?” she grumbles, twisting her hands in her lap, and I let out a sigh.

Fucking hell.

“Her family and mine were always close, so she comes every year. I didn’t care if she stayed in my room because I don’t use it. I forgot about her. I’m sorry.”

“You said I’m sorry,” she teases.

Little brat.

“You answered her call . . .” she says, her eyes on her hands. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because if I did, I would have come home.”

She pauses, her eyes flicking up to mine and something soft and warm passes across her face.

“Where do we go from here?” Mila asks, and I reach up, brushing the hair back from her face.

My eyes coast over her. “To the shower,” I reply, my hands tightening on the curves of her ass. “You’re filthy, Mrs. Cross.”

“Wonder why?” she muses, her cheeks flaming. “And don’t call me that. I haven’t changed my name.”

“No?”

She stares at me for a beat before her eyes widen.

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