had clearly wanted to stage a scene: himself and his new partner, linked hands, overnight luggage, the image of a fresh beginning displayed for his wife. Instead he had encountered a version of me he never imagined: relaxed, laughing with someone else, physically turned toward a man who wasn’t him. Michael being family was irrelevant to what Daniel had revealed before finding out.
Rachel headed for the elevator and Daniel followed, glancing backward halfway across the lobby. Michael saw.
“Well,” he said.
“What?”
“That man is not over you.”
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