For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.
Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.
Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.
Randa was halfway through her breakfast before she realized Lincoln hadn’t said another word. She looked at him. His shoulders and back were rigid, and his hands, though resting on his thighs, were balled into fists. She set the tray aside and touched his shoulder. He flinched.
“Is something wrong?”
“When did you and Matteo decide not to use protection?”
Careful not to upend her breakfast, Randa dragged the sheet around her body and sat next to him. She covered his hand with hers. It trembled, but she didn’t let go.
“We talked about this, Linc, remember?” She searched his profile for any hint of the conversation they’d had a few weeks ago and detected a slight flash of recognition when he opened and closed his mouth.
What had happened between the time Matteo left and Lincoln brought her breakfast? Again she searched his face for some type of clue. He clenched his jaw, causing the day-old stubble to stand out more prominently on his face, and she’d seen that tight lip lock enough to know this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation at all.
Seeing no sign, she sighed. “I put his test results on your nightstand. We, you and me, discussed that I felt comfortable enough, and he’d earned my trust, our trust. I thought it was okay to get rid of the condoms.” She plucked at a loose thread on the sheet. “It’s not like he’s gonna get me pregnant or anything.”
He shook off her hand and stood. “That is not what this is about!”
She met his hostile glare. “Then what is this about? Because it isn’t about Matteo going bareback.” She kept her tone even and cool.
Silence was his answer.
Randa barely banked her frustration. “We fulfilled each other’s fantasy, and now you want to pick a fight because it felt good?” She was desperately trying to find something, anything that might have happened or what could’ve caused this spark of—she struggled for the right word—insecurity?
Lincoln looked at her as he paced. Raw emotion painted his features in stark relief. Not anger as she’d initially thought, but vulnerability and maybe fear. She stood and stepped in his path.
“I don’t know what happened to cause you to feel this way, but know that I love you. Nothing will ever change that.”
He shook his head and moved away. She grabbed his biceps.
“Don’t do that.” She didn’t bother to hide the plea from her voice. “This poly thing only works if we’re honest with each other and our partners. Don’t act like whatever happened isn’t real or affecting you.”
“He loves you,” he mumbled.