Richard noticed none of it.
Or so I thought.
At dinner, he was almost affectionate.
He asked about my work. He complimented the food. He even apologized for being impatient that morning.
“I’ve been under a lot of pressure,” he said, reaching for my hand.
I let him take it.
“Business?”
“Something like that.”
“Is that why you’re moving Vesna into my house?”
His fingers tightened.
“Our house.”
I met his eyes.
“The deed has my name on it, Richard. You know that.”
He released my hand.
For a moment, the room became very still.
Then he laughed.
“You really are going to make this ugly, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m going to make it accurate.”
He stood so quickly that his chair scraped against the floor.
“You have no idea what you’re interfering with.”
“Then explain it to me.”
He looked at me with a coldness I had never seen before.
