“What were you doing with, Michel Triglia?”
Elena hadn’t expected the night to go the way it had. She had planned to spend this night and many more in Mel’s room. The night had come with surprises, all of them unpleasant. Looking at Dean’s face, she knew the worst was yet to come. She braced herself.
“He found me.”
His brow lifted. His jacket was gone and the two top buttons on his shirt were opened. Dean’s hands rested on his hips. “What were you doing with, Michel Triglia?”
“I was up on the deck for some fresh air.”
Same question. Only it got two different answers.
Dean crossed the distance she placed between them.
“You hid him in the facility room.”
Elena swallowed hard. It was a bad move on her part. It looked really bad, especially now that she was another man’s wife, whethe
