Page 141 of The Heart You Kept

“Thank you.” His voice softens.

I frown as I listen. “You do the same.”

“I plan on it.”

We hang on the line waiting for the other to say something.

“What’s going on?” I ask. “Between us?”

“I don’t know.”

Wrong answer….

“If you don’t know, why have you left a guard here in Paris to spy on me?”

“To keep you safe.”

“From other men?”

“Just go to bed, Alora,” he demands.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Edward.” My temper rises.

“For the love of god. You are stressing me the fuck out. Go back to your room alone and go to bed.”

“Or what?”

“Or there will be hell to fucking pay!” he screams.

Click.

The phone goes dead.

Oh my fucking god, he did not just hang up on me. I dial his number. Ring….

“What?” he snaps.

“Do not fucking dare hang up on me.” I hang up on him and turn my phone off.

I march over to Philippe like the Terminator. “Do not mess with me or I will fucking end you.”

His eyes widen and he lets out a surprised chuckle.

“And you can tell your wimpy boss to go fuck himself.”

He does laugh out loud this time.

“Nothing about this is funny, Philippe,” I growl as I storm inside and I walk back in through to the restaurant and take a seat.

“Everything alright?” Pascal asks.

“Ahh, yes.” I try to think on my feet. “Just a…family thing.”

He glances over and sees Philippe sit at another table. “Who is that man?”

“Umm.”

He frowns as his eyes come back to me. “Is he….”