Page 179 of Sins of a King

The doors shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I went into the hotel suite and settled down onto the couch. I was hungry, but I didn’t want to call down to the front desk and let them know I wasn’t with Flynn. No one needed to be aware of our fight.

Picking up my cell phone, I called Sasha. “You hungry?”

“I could eat,” he replied. “Heard you just got back, though. Don’t you want to eat with Campbell?”

“You hungry?” I asked again.

He sighed. “What am I bringing?”

Twenty minutes later, I let Sasha in. He brought the bags of Chinese takeout and set them on the coffee table. “What’s going on?” he asked. I shrugged and went for the beef Lo mein. “Is it Winters? Do I need to—”

“If you’re about to suggest something illegal, please don’t.” He immediately closed his mouth. Glad I could read him so well.

“I trailed Winters’s car when he picked you up and called Campbell immediately. He took his private plane out of Scotland as fast as he could.”

I nodded distractedly as I began to eat, the knot in my belly slowly loosening. “I’m supposed to write down everything that happened today from the time Winters picked me up until Allen Masterson and Flynn came for me.”

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, his Kung Pao chicken untouched.

Though Sasha and I were close, he was not a girlfriend, and I would not confide my marital troubles to him. There were some nails in the coffin that I wouldn’t be hammering myself. Let outside forces do that, I thought morosely.

I swallowed before saying, “I think I have an idea of how to stop Winters once and for all.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

I nodded. “I want to ask Masterson, but Flynn hired him, which means nothing I say is confidential.”

“What can you possibly want to ask your lawyer that you don’t want your husband to know?” Sasha frowned. “Are you—are you thinking of leaving Campbell?”

Leave Flynn? I loved him and he loved me, but what about trust? I believed trust was one of those marital foundation blocks. Without it, what did we have? Was I overreacting about Flynn not letting me in on his and Brad’s plan? I knew he was trying to protect me, but—no. I wasn’t overreacting.

But I wasn’t leaving him either.

“Barrett?” Sasha whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek.

“What are you doing, Sasha?”

His hand dropped. “I—I don’t know.” He got up and moved away from me, pacing back and forth across the living room carpet. “Campbell doesn’t know what he has in you. If you’re questioning him, then he’s severely tested your loyalty. And you’re the most loyal person I know.” His bright blue eyes delved into me, and for the first time, I saw the way he looked at me. Either he’d kept it shielded from me all this time, or I’d been too wrapped up in other things to see it.

Sasha was in love with me.

“I’m pregnant.”

The love on his face evaporated, replaced by calm, blank resolve.

“I need you, Sasha,” I said quietly. “As my friend. But I love Flynn. Even…”

“Even though he hurts you without trying.”

I swallowed and looked away, not liking his bitter, truthful tone. “I’ve hurt him, too.”

“You hurt each other,” he stated, shaking his head. “You are the strongest, bravest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Sasha, I need a friend. More than anything in the world. Can you be that for me? Please?”

“I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“Good. Now, sit down and let me tell you my idea.”