“It was Manny, but it doesn’t concern you. Like I said, it was personal.”
“And might I ask who this Manny is who demands your attention but who is of no concern to me? Is he perhaps a former lover who saw you on the early-morning news in Los Angeles?”
“What?”
“Come on, Alexandra. You don’t have to continue to lie to me. Clearly there is someone important in your life back home … a love interest—”
“I told you before there is no one. Thank you for having so much faith in me.” She let the sarcasm fly.
He stared her down. “Today we told the whole world we’re going to be married. I have a right to know who the man is who could change your entire countenance in an instant.”
“Why is it you have to know his name when you haven’t felt inclined to divulge your lover’s name to me? I thought you trusted me, or isn’t our marriage going to be on an equal footing after all? Wasn’t it you who said no secrets?”
When his gaze slid away from hers, Alex knew she had him, but it gave her no joy. She sat down in the nearest upholstered chair. “I thought we could be friends, Lucca. The last thing I want to do is fight with you.”
The tension between them was combustible. “How long have you known him?”
“A long time, but it’s not what you think.” She didn’t want to tell him about this. Not today of all days.
“It never is,” he ground out.
She shook her head in bewilderment. “For the sake of argument, isn’t that what you wanted? To present a united front in public, but live private lives behind the scenes?”
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