When I finally caught my bearings, I saw Aiden walk up to Ansel with a confidence that sent a shiver down my spine. There was something in his eyes—something fierce and protective—that made my heart skip a beat. When he spoke, his voice was low, and controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Stay away from my wife.”
My breath caught in my throat. His wife? The words echoed in my mind, ricocheting off the walls of my brain like a pinball. Wife? Where did that come from? But before I could even process the implications, Ansel was already reacting, his expression turning from one of surprise to defiance.
“Oh, so now you remember you have a wife?” Ansel taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And yet, you waltz in here with another woman on your arm? You’re also too unfocused on relationships!”