“What areyoudoing?” He countered. “I saw you kiss another man.”
“Are youspyingon me?”
“No, I was waiting for the right moment to slip into the party to find you when I saw you saunter out onto the terrace with another man on your arm.”
“He’s an old friend.”
“Do old friends kiss one another?”
Her lips pinched together. “Don’t you dare be jealous! You have no right.”
“No right? You are mine,monisha, that gives me every right.”
Monisha. It was a lovely word, and Honoria imagined it had a lovely meaning. But he had left her. Broke her heart. She may not be able to subdue the flutter of hope in her chest, but she would not let him think he could storm back into her life so easily. She straightened her spine.
“Don’t you dare call me endearments I don’t understand in that wicked accent of yours. Youleftme. Without a word. How do you explainthat?”
