“Well!” I said, miffed. “Why me most of all? I’m your Beloved.”
“You are not my Beloved. What you are is an extremely opinionated woman who doesn’t seem to understand the world you’ve stepped into. That’s assuming you’re as innocent as you claim to be.”
I let the miffed feeling go, having learned long ago not to hold on to negative emotions. I’d seen too much how that affected people, and had made it my personal motto to not give in to negativity. “I don’t recall telling you I was innocent.”
He sighed heavily. “You said you are not Victor’s woman despite being in the location that I found you.”
“That was my cousin Carlo’s house. There’s no one there by the name of Victor.”
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and muttered under his breath.
“You’re doing it again,” I said conversati
