“You were selling boats. You must have been following me with a cover story all planned out. Is Leyton Marine just a police front? I cannot believe a man like your father played along. I really thought you guys were for real.”
“I am for real and you had better believe that you need me. You are sitting at the table with a mob of killers.”
“Did they give you a script Anna? How many lies have there been? If you don’t sell boats - who the hell was that little Italian with all those Chinese guys in the hotel in Lyon? I wanted to marry you... I loved you,” he stammered.
She let her eyes hold his. He was grabbing at random episodes in their story and not focusing. He was still the same man and she the same woman. He was right to feel betrayed. She could not let his pride destroy their love. Fo
