Aldin caught on right away and slipped out of the garage.
Dorothea twisted in Latham’s arms, trying to wriggle free, but he held her waist tight. “Try that again and I might just keep you right here.”
She froze, not daring to move.
Her gaze was steady as she looked at him. “Let me out of the car.”
He just smiled. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been upset these last few days.”
Dorothea didn’t answer. At first, she hadn’t even been that mad, but then Latham shut down every time she brought up what happened when he was abroad. That hurt. She’d given him everything, trusted him with her whole heart, but he still kept secrets from her. And to make things worse, Bonita’s sly little comments had started to get to her.
She turned her head away, her voice sharp. “I’m not mad.”
Latham let go with one hand and gently pinched her cheeks. “Not mad? Come on, sweetheart. I want to make things right. Just tell me what I did wrong. I’ll change, okay?”
He was softening his tone, trying to make her feel better, but Dorothea wasn’t giving in. “Why do you even care? Go talk to your first love. Maybe she needs you.”
Latham blinked, caught off guard.
“My first love? Who’s been filling your head with nonsense?”
Dorothea’s cheeks burned. She couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Just tell me. Did you marry me because I look like Beatty?”
Latham almost laughed in disbelief.
So that’s what this was all about. She was jealous of Beatty.
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