40 - Not an Accident
Cillian
My arms tightened around her body, breathing in her warm vanilla scent. “Emma, I need to ask you about something,” I whispered, pulling away to look at her face.
Her eyes were gleaming with tears but she nodded, wanting for me to continue.
“That night,” I started, running the pad of my thumb over her jaw, “When we slept together in my suite, I came back because I couldn’t find my wedding ring.”
Her expression remained passive.
“I wanted to tell you that I was not having an affair and that Olivia is—”
“Shh, I know, Cillian.” She offered me a small smile. “I was pretty mad when I found it, but then the drug made me unconscious. I’m sorry I don’t have it with me anymore.”
I heard the door open downstairs and knew she had arrived. “She’s here.” I pulled
