I just want to know how she’s been spending her days and nights. When I walked into the bathroom in the morning, it used to smell like coconut, and now it’s gone. On her days off, she played the radio and danced to the salsa station while making breakfast. Silk for good days, big T-shirts for bad. I could tell the kind of day she had by which pajamas she put on. “I want to know what’s been going on with my wife.” Why the hell had he said anything? Rosie needed a strong man. “Can we move on?” he said, uncomfortable with the ripple his admission of insecurity had created in the room. Like two live wires had struck by accident. But he couldn’t find anything to say amid the crackle of static in his head. Someone else would do better.”ĭominic realized Rosie was staring at him with a frown marring her forehead and closed his mouth, replaying what he’d said and searching for a way to play it off. It’s nothing to bring a coat or pay a guard,” Dominic said, a lot louder than he’d intended. I hope you don’t mind me saying, you seem agitated.” “I’m getting tired of being asked this question.” Why not accept responsibility for the good as well as the bad?”Ī pit started to open in Dominic’s stomach. “Dominic, you’re here to accept responsibility for your role in this relationship. “Interesting.” Armie tapped his fingers against his lips.

The night he left the letter on my car windshield, I found out he’s been paying the security guard at my job on the sly to protect me.” “Well, he snuck my coat into the house where I’m staying. I want to explore what you said, Rosie, about the deeds Dominic does behind your back. “He’s sitting right there,” Armie said patiently.

Love her or lose her