Page 17 of Mr. Strategic
I said nothing.
“No goodbye orI love youfor your husband?” he asked, looking down at me.
There was something strange between us, something I had never tasted under my tongue before.
“Goodbye,” I said flatly.
“I’m tired of this shit, Lav,” he warned, blue eyes darkening. “You need to adjust your attitude, because my patience is wearing thin.”
I said nothing again, and he glanced down at his watch.
He was running late now.
He never ran late.
“I’ll see you later,” my husband said as he finally strode from the room.
Michael glanced back, his face harsh, but still I said nothing. He’d have to drag every extra word out of me.
As he was illuminated in the early morning shaft of light, I saw something unusual.
There was a lock of blonde hair falling into his forehead.
Usually he slicked his neat hair back, regimented it like everything else in his life—in perfect golden waves.
But there was one hair that wasn’t in place. . .
Chapter Six
Once I got to the adorable little St. Angeles public library, I began to start the work of reshelving books, but there was that spark of rebellion still buzzing in me.
I scrolled in my phone to where it said Share Location and I pressed Stop.
Then I put my phone down and got back to my work.
It was obvious where I’d be, after all. Where else did I ever go?
So I didn’t think a thing about it, and I was behind the desk when my husband showed up, striding to the library door in his gleaming white surgeon’s jacket.
“Oh, Dr. Carrington!” one of my coworkers gasped. “So happy to see you!”
He was forced to stop and chat with her for a few minutes, the great doctor everyone looked up to, but I could feel his gaze burning into me the whole time.
“Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” he asked tightly when he got to my desk, looming over me.
“I’ve been busy,” I said.
“Put your location back on.”
Sweat broke out on the back of my neck but I forced my voice to remain calm.
“Why?”
“Because I want to know where you are. Christ, Lavender, what if something happened to you?”
My heart pounded faster.
“I wasn’t under the impression that you cared that much,” I said quietly.