Book I - 43

SCARLET

Luke went out of the door and then came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He sat on the bedside table and filled the glasses. He handed me one.

“So, shall we start?”

“How about you ask the questions?” I suggested.

“Hmm.” He nodded, then gulped the liquor straight. “All right.”

I took a deep breath, getting ready for the possible questions he might ask. I must remember, too, that Luke had possessive tendencies.

“Where did you meet the guy?”

Okay. Not harmful as the first question.

“I met him at a club.”

He frowned. “What the hell are you doing in a club?”

“I came with friends. Girls’ night.”

“Okay. So, you met him there, asked for a drink, got to know each other, and then you became close.” He gulped another shot of his drink. “So typical. You fell in love, and then you married him. Why didn’t you know he’s married?”

My mouth dropped open. “Whoa! That’s a heavy conclusion. That’s not what happened.” I stared at him, surprised. “Are you writing a movie script?”

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