Good. Perhaps the matron can explain what went wrong.“Yes,” Claudia snapped. Her wet hands left dark marks on the blue of her dress. “She fears you no longer desire her.”
Vidal drew back, startled. “What? No, that’s wrong. I was surprised. Nothing more. I didn’t mean to upset her.”
“Really?” One black eyebrow arched toward the ceiling, crinkling the woman’s forehead. “And did you not guess after… what you did to her, that she would be feeling fragile?”
His jaw dropped. Rosalinda revealed so much? “What I did? She told you?”
Rosalinda revealed so much?“Sí. She wanted my advice. How many times have you had her?”
“Twice,” he admitted, his face burning.
“Why?” the matron demanded.
“It’s what she wanted,” he replied sheepishly.
“Don Vidal, really.” Claudia shook her head in disapproval.
