Matthew raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just making an observation. No need to get defensive.”
Lesther chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, Matthew, let’s not be too hard on Stefano. After all, it’s not his fault he’s...distracted. That’s why, when we visited our sister last night, she was with the bodyguard, instead of her husband!”
Stefano’s jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might snap his fork in half. “What are you implying?”
Lesther’s grin widened. “Oh, nothing. Just that we heard that your mate, Miranda, seems to be keeping herself...occupied lately. Odd, isn’t it? For someone who’s supposed to be out of the picture?”
My chest constricted, the words hitting me like a physical blow. I knew everything, of course, but hearing them spoken aloud in such a smug, calculated man
