“You’re being unfaithful and you know it.”
Jaime rolled her eyes and gestured helplessly with her hands as she paced the room. “Unfaithful to whom, Mary?”
“You know who as well as I, Jaime Macpherson. To Edward.”
Jaime made an elaborate show of choking back her laughter, trying to make her cousin’s words seem ridiculous. But Mary simply stood with her hands on her hips and frowned.
Jaime decided that Mary was not about to be laughed off. “Then perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me what I’ve done that could possibly be construed as unfaithful?”
“Very well. Where have you spent the past two nights? I’ll tell you. You’ve spent them—two full nights—in that man’s room. And that was only after wearing a path to the surgery every hour the first night Edward was gone. Just how do you th
