Leaning back in the chic café chair, I fold my hands over my stomach and consider him.
I loved this man once. Truly. Deeply. I would have literally died for him. I would’ve sacrificed my life to keep him safe. But at the moment, I’d like to drive my thumbs into his eye sockets.
“And you need to tell me what the hell is going on.”
He slams a fist on the tabletop, making the silverware jump. He snaps, “For f**k’s sake, Olivia, this isn’t a game. This is serious. You know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t!”
He stares at me, seething. Several diners send alarmed glances in our direction. From the corner of my eye, I see my arch enemy, the waiter Jean-Luc, smirking at us from a nearby table.
Holding Chris’s furious gaze, I say evenly, “The days of you barking orders and me obeying them are l
