Emma’s POV
“You’re what?” Tony asked, nearly spitting his water back into his cup.
“I’m married,” I repeated.
His smile dropped.
It was the first time since this evening, since we met on the beach, actually since I wasn’t seeing his pretty set of teeth.
Damn.
I’ve really messed up.
“I don’t understand, though. You’re not even wearing a ring”.
Well, that was expected.
“Yeah I know,” I said, nervously. “So let me explain,” I continued, my voice trailing off.
“I’m listening,” he replied, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest, revealing his bulging muscles through the semi-tight dress shirt he was wearing.
I ripped my eyes away from the sight and took a deep breath while closing my eyes. I opened my eyes again and noticed Tony staring at me meticulo
