“Wait a moment. She’s your wife?” Farida asked, her rich brown eyes widening. “Since when? And why didn’t you invite me to the wedding?” The corners of Whit’s lips tightened. “We would have,” I said hurriedly. “But it happened quickly. Besides, it’s only a business arrangement.” “Oh,” Farida said uncertainly, looking between us. I felt Whit’s quick stare; there was a faint air of outraged disbelief radiating from him,
