“Did you meet Luke today?"
Reagan’s voice was low, controlled, but dangerous. Rivera froze at the sound of it.
He stood at the end of the hallway, arms folded and posture relaxed.
His unblinking gaze was fixed on her, as if he had already confirmed his suspicions and was merely giving her the courtesy of denial.
She had just stepped out of the bathroom, still in her nightwear, hair damp. She hadn’t expected to run into him. Not like that.
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“You went into town, met him, and you didn’t think to inform me.”
“I didn’t think it was necessary,” Rivera replied calmly.
That made him move. He pushed himself off the wall and walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps.
“You are my wife,” he said. “Everything you do is necessary information.”
“I understand.”
He st
