Page 146 of The Heart You Kept

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“I’m not interested in anyone, Edward. Spending time with another man is the very last thing on my mind.”

He stays silent on the other end of the phone and honestly, what is going on with him? Is this his way of telling me that we have something, or?

He’s so confusing.

“Philippe said you told him that you were going to end him.” I can tell that he’s smiling.

“Oh, hell.” I smile, embarrassed. “I don’t even know what I said, I was too infuriated to think straight.”

“He was impressed.”

I giggle. “Where are you?”

“Lying on the couch, I called you as soon as I got in.”

I picture the enigmatic Mr. Prescott lying on a couch in his black dinner suit calling me and I get that giddy excited feeling that only he can deliver.

“I should let you go…. It’s late,” he whispers.

I hold on the line, not wanting to get off the phone.

“Good night, Doe.”

“Good night, Edward. Sweet dreams.”

“With you involved, they always are.”

Oh….

The line goes dead and I flop back on the bed and smile up at the ceiling.

In his own fucked-up way, I think he just asked me to wait for him.

EDWARD

“More caviar, sir?”

“Thank you.”

The waiter places another tray of caviar down onto the table.

“What I want to know is what was in those cocktails last night.” Sinclair sighs, he’s lying on a deck chair beside the table, wearing sunglasses and a good dose of green at the gills.

“Alcohol,” I reply as I cut my bread. “You should stop drinking, you can’t handle it.”

“That’s it!” a woman screams from a yacht a few down from the one we are on. “I’m leaving.”

We all turn. “Is that coming from….”

“Good. Because if you don’t, I fucking will.” A male voice echoes through the marina.

“Uh-oh.” Theo smirks. “Trouble in paradise.”

“You’re nothing without me,” she screams.

“Ha,” he bellows. “You’re nothing without your fucking handbags.”