gave a humorless laugh. “Exactly.”
Then her embarrassment found another target: me.
“You think this is funny?”
“No.”
“You could have told him.”
“I could have.”
“So you deliberately let him think—”
“I didn’t tell Daniel anything.”
“You knew he was jealous.”
The word changed his expression.
“Rachel.”
She paid no attention. “You enjoyed watching it.”
“No.”
“Then why didn’t you answer?”
“Because my husband walked into a hotel holding his mistress’s hand and then demanded information about the man beside me.”
Rachel winced; Daniel saw it too.
“He lost
