when he glanced at her and to her relief, his next words were civil. âI think me and Jessie need to talk.â
Gabrielâs arm became a steel trap. âYou want to talk to my wife, you can do it right now.â
âYeah, sure. Later, Jess.â Damon left with the same turbulence with which heâd arrived.
Jess didnât speak again until his pickup was a blur in the distance. Then she wrenched herself out of Gabeâs hold to face him, arms crossed. âWhat did you think you were doing?â
âI thought I was making it clear that youâre now my wife, something you seemed to have forgotten.â His eyes glittered with anger. âHow long were you planning to make out with him in front of half the station?â
Fury prompted her reply. âHeâs been my friend for almost as long as Iâve been alive. Did it occur to you that maybe he wanted to talk to me about whatâs going on in his life?â She pushed aside the memory of Damon saying he never wanted to let her go, because that did make her feel guilty.
âI donât care what the hell he wanted to talk about.â Gabe folded his own arms, a solid wall of dominance. âThereâll be no more private chats between the two of you.â
âYouâre my husband, not my keeper!â
âI shouldnât need to be your keeper. Or do you think itâs perfectly acceptable to throw yourself into the arms of your would-be lover?â
âYouâre twisting everything around!â When sheâd hugged Damon, it had been out of the most innocent kind of happiness. But Gabe was making it sound sordid, making her question her every action, her every word.
His jaw was granite, his next statement icy cold. âI swear to God, Jess, if you try to cheat on me with that useless excuse for a man, Iâll divorce you so fast your head will spin. And then Iâll accept the developersâ offerâthey havenât lost interest.â
She felt the blood leach out from under her skin. âYou wouldnât.â Even Gabe wouldnât be so cruel. âIâve given you everything. â
He scoffed. âYou signed on for life, not one quick tumble in my bed. If that was what Iâd wanted, I couldâve gotten it much cheaper and from someone far more experienced than you, sweetheart.â
The verbal slap hit so hard she couldnât find her voice.
âYour land has no real value to me in terms of this operation,â he continued. âI bought it to seal our deal and I can get rid of it as easily if you canât do your job as my wife. Think about that the next time you have an urge to meet your friend. â He left without giving her the chance to reply. Though what she would have said, she didnât know.
Collapsing into the chair, she cradled her head in her hands. But that didnât stop her mind from spinning into chaos. Gabeâs threat had shocked her, making it viciously clear that her new husband trusted her about as much as heâd trust an alley cat. Still, she couldnât believe heâd taunted her with what he knew to be her greatest vulnerability.
The idea of her parentsâ legacy being razed for what the developers had called a retreat for the rich and famous, complete with swimming pool, tennis courts and a golf course, was her personal nightmare. They would destroy the beauty of everything her parents had worked so hard to achieve, an insult to their memory she simply couldnât bear. Unlike Gabriel, she cherished those memories. They were all she had left.
âJess?â
Mrs. Croftâs voice startled her into dropping her hands. âWhat is it?â
The older woman took in Jessâs expression with concerned eyes but didnât ask any questions. âYouâve got a call.â She handed over the portable phone.
âThanks.â Jess was about to answer when Mrs. C. made a gesture that had her