"Are you going somewhere?"
At the sound of her mate's voice, Roxanne froze.
She drew in a slow breath before turning to face him… and her.
The woman clinging to his arm stayed pressed against him, as if letting go would strip her of meaning. Always close and touching.
Roxanne forced herself to look away. "I'm going to meet a friend. She needs help with her garden."
A lie.
There was no way she could tell him the truth. That she was meeting another man. In broad daylight. A boy younger than their own daughter.
The man narrowed his eyes. "You don't visit your friends often. Are you hiding something?"
Her expression didn't change, but irritation coiled inside her.
Now he cared? Now he questioned her movements? Wasn't he already occupied with the girl hanging off his arm? What did he even see in her?
Roxanne let out a quiet huff. "If you're so suspicious, come with me and see for yourself."
