“No word from her, then?” “No. And don’t you saddle your high horse and think to ride it here. I did nothing to cause this.” The hurled ball of fury merely bounced off Summerset’s composure. “And nothing to prevent it.” “Prevent what?” Roarke whirled. Here, at least, was a target for the rage. “My wife’s sudden turn into an unreasonable, jealous mass of moods?” “Your wife’s astute reaction to the manipulations of a clever woman. Which you’d recognize if you weren’t so hellbent on being right.”
