I pulled the door open hard and startled when I saw Rafael's lawyer, who looked just as shocked to see me.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked.
I blinked, my heart still hammering fast in my chest.
"I… I'm… Why wouldn't I be okay? I did nothing that would make me not okay. We were just talking about—"
I paused, lips pressed thin as I bit back my embarrassment. And anyway, why was he standing right in front of the door like that? He wasn't eavesdropping, was he?
My mind reeled with the ugly possibilities of what he might have guessed about what Rafael and I had just done inside.
He stayed silent, still staring at me with a confused look.
"Edward, take my wife home," Rafael suddenly said from behind me, his left hand sliding swiftly onto my waist.
I flinched, the touch sending a sharp electric jolt through me.
Reflexively, I grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away, but his grip tightened, strong and unyielding, rejecting my push.
