The fish is caught by the mouth, and right now—Vanessa was that fish. It wasn’t enough that she was trying to defend her ex; she didn’t want to tell him what happened while they were apart. This was not exactly the welcome-home greeting he was expecting from his wife.
“Are you going to tell me, or do I have to interrupt Luc’s time with his wife?” It sounded like a threat, but he had no choice but to do just that.
“No! Don’t do that.” Vanessa shook her head repeatedly, and even though she was annoyed with him, she couldn’t bring herself to be truly angry.
“Then tell me.” His voice was firm, yet it was coated with the gentleness reserved just for his precious wife.
Vanessa plopped down on the floor, avoiding his gaze. She acted like a little child caught doing something she wasn’t suppos
