I opened my mouth to argue further, but caught the flat, immovable look already settling back over his face, and closed it again, swallowing the protest.I didn’t go down for dinner.I sat on the edge of the unfamiliar guest bed instead, still in my work clothes, listening to rain hammer violently against the window, refusing every offer from Brian’s household staff to send up a plate. The moment I was sure no one could hear me through the walls, I called Becky.“Please tell me you’re not still at that ball,” she answered, with a little laugh.“I wish. I’m at Brian’s, because of the storm.” I took a sharp breath. “Selena’s here. She’s currently downstairs, parading around in a silk robe that barely qualifies as clothing.”“Wait. Why do you even care that she’s in a robe?”“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I sound jealous don’t I?” “Yup. What happened to putting him aside.”“I hate it here. I hate staying close to him,” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest, the confession coming out smal
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