Caius chose silence. It wasn't easy, but he held his tongue, clenching his fists at his sides. He had been trying—really trying—not to scare her.
Not to grab Jake by the throat, drag him outside, and leave him with a warning he wouldn't forget. Or worse. He wanted to address the issue head-on, have a small conversation with him.
Maybe he was going to reconsider it; sometimes it was better to address this issues behind your wife's back.
But what would that prove? He'd promised himself he wouldn't control her again. That's why he'd stepped back. That's why he let her do things her way.
But now, she was using that against him.
He wanted to let the whole Jake thing slide. He'd tried. But watching that smug bastard sit across from his wife, laughing with her, sharing dinner, drinking wine at a place like this—so cozy and romantic—it boiled something alive in his chest.
He wasn't sure it was just dinner.
