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He was shaking his head before she’d finished speaking. “No. I was going to leave a month ago, but then she told me she was pregnant.”
Fiona stiffened. Amanda was pregnant? She let the information sit inside her for a moment, expecting to feel…something.
Interesting. She didn’t even care.
“That’s amazing. You’re going to have a baby together. Even more reason for you to go to her right now.”
His throat bobbed. “We had a fight.”
He looked down at his hand, and a gasp slipped from her lips. She grabbed his wrist. “Your palm is sliced open!”
“She threw a vase. I picked up one of the shards and it cut me.”
She opened her mouth, almost offering to clean the wound, but she quickly bit back the words. It was his wedding night. Hiswifeshould be doing that. “Go back to your room, clean up your wound, and make up with her.”
When he was silent, she looked up to see him watching her closely. “I thought I could live without you, Fiona—”
“Don’t.”
“But seeing you this weekend…touching you…”
“Freddie. You need to go.”
He stepped forward. She moved away, her back hitting the wall.
“I still love you.”
Oh, no he didn’t.
She opened her mouth to tell him that wasn’t true. That if he loved her, he wouldn’t have cheated, and certainly not with her sister.
But before she could utter a single word, his lips crashed onto hers.
A high-pitched, strangling cry escaped from her throat, and she was a second away from kneeing him in the balls when the door flew open—then Freddie was pulled away from her and thrown into the wall.
* * *
Callum’s handsfisted as he towered over the asshole, blood roaring between his ears. The sound of Fiona’s distress played over in his head, fueling him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled.
Freddie scrambled to his feet and shoved at his chest. “Get the hell away from me!”
Callum didn’t move an inch. He lowered his voice. “You’re drunk and it’s your wedding night—those are theonlyfucking reasons you’re not on the floor with a broken jaw right now. But believe me when I tell you that if youeverdo that again, if I ever catch you kissing any woman without her permission,especiallyFiona, I will destroy you.”
Freddie’s eyes widened, real fear in his gaze. Yeah, the scumbag might be drunk, but he wasn’t so written off he missed the promise of violence in Callum’s words.
“Go,” Callum ordered.
Freddie swallowed nervously before glancing at Fiona over Callum’s shoulder. Then, finally, he moved down the hall. Callum waited until the guy had disappeared around the corner before turning to look at Fiona. Her lips were pink.
His muscles vibrated with the need to run down the hall, grab the asshole, and break his jaw like he’d wanted to do the second he saw the man’s lips on Fiona. Instead, he forced his muscles to relax as he stepped forward and ran a thumb over her bottom lip.
“Are you all right?”
“I asked you to wait inside.”
His brows rose at her clipped tone, his gaze skirting between her slightly narrowed eyes. “Are you mad?”
