“It’s not like that,” I said. “You are attempting to simply everything.”
“Things are simple, Julian. We’ve both moved on.”
Jealousy seared through me, hot and bright. She’d moved on? With whom? Roman?
“I think we’ve had enough for today,” she said and stood. “I’m going to take Alice home.”
“Now, wait a minute,” I said, standing with her. Before she could walk away from me, I grabbed her arm, keeping her near me. I was careful to keep my hold light though, not wanting to hurt her. “We need to talk about this, and the future. Alice is my daughter, and that means –”
“We can talk visitation,” she said. “But if you think for one minute that I’m going to let you steal custody of my daughter, then know that you have a fight on your hands.”
Perhaps a remnant of the jealousy, anger rose withi
