“I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.” His voice remained low and calm, regretting his sudden outburst. “I was sure you had seen me when you entered.” He lied at the last sentence, of course. Without a doubt, he knew she hadn’t seen him, not in such a dark corner. It was the only way to watch her the way he’d wanted.”
“Quid pro quo, my lovely wife. Your turn.”
Isabella wasn’t sure what stunned her more, him wanting to know something about her, or him calling her his lovely wife. Especially considering there was no one around to hear it but themselves, so it was not for show.
“What would you like to know?” she found herself asking rather coyly.
“I wish to know about your first husband.”