The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 12
By noontime Mackenna was more confused than she’d ever been by him. Usually, he was heavy handed and demanding and this morning he had been flirty and funny. It had reminded her so much of how he’d been the first year they’d been married she was torn. She swirled her vegetables in the broth of her soup in the cafeteria and tried to figure out what the hell she’d agreed to. Alessandro had charmed her, and she had not only let him, but she’d liked it. She could still smell his cologne from where he’d nuzzled her and the way he’d turned at the door to wink at her had her mind mush.
“Wow you look like you’re in a world of your own.” Savannah grunted as she flung herself into a chair across from her. “Does the expression on your face have anything to do with the gorgeous man you’ve been crying over all weekend or the hot doctor who wants to bed you?”
“The first,” she admitted angrily. “I agreed to have dinner with him. He wants to talk.” She hadn’t told Savannah about sleeping with Alessandro the last time she’d been in Milan. She’d simply told her they’d fought, and she’d run off when he went to the bathroom. If Savannah had noticed the shirt she’d kept tucked under her pillow, then she hadn’t said anything.
uddenly and when Mackenna lifted her eyes to her she held her hands up defensively. “It’s not I don’t think you’re worth fighting for or anything, but you left him five years ago. Surely he knew this is what it was coming to.”
s a proud Italian man and I kicked him in the ego. He’s very possessive and he doesn’t like it when someone takes what he thinks is rightfully his.”
she took a mouthful of coffee.
n’t pinpoint exactly what it was but the more involvement she had with him, the more she wanted him. It was why she had known five years ago the only way to save herself was to go cold turkey where he was concerned. She lifted her spoon to her lips and then dropped it back in the bowl without it making it to her mouth. “I’m a bloody fool. I can’t do this.
shrugged as if it were so simple.
o his bed. I had to leave the freaking country to keep myself from throwing myself at his feet and begging his forgiveness when I know I’m not the one who did anything wrong. You tell him I’m not having dinne
m by the way.”
“Genetics,” she mumbled bitterly, “His grandfather is still drop-dead gorgeous even in his seventies. His mother is a Brazilian super
h as if he knew the blonde doctor sitting with his wife didn’t like him and if Mackenna had told her anything of the things Du
ast he alluded to earlier.
wide smile.
ckenna. “We’ve never had an argument I haven’t won.”
the running.” Mackenna glared at him furious he was so cocky.
shed it over the side onto the tray. He pushed his chair back and stood up and walked away.
”
away from her and he dropped a plastic wrapped item in front of her.
omething you don’t like?”
on in three days with her grandmother.” Savannah interject
ackenna. Women pay large sums of money to get the curves you were naturally blessed with.”
the bandwagon of making my life miserable, I’ll remind you I live where you sleep.”
n you were hungry. Eat your lunch.”
te you.” She mumbled as she
long legs out, crossing them at the ankles under the table by her feet.
e. “What did you say?”
stand over you with cheese and bread.”
e was playing.
at made you decide to do trauma instead of a private practice?”
is way.”
ed her and saw her head snap back. “Don’t deny it. It has nothing to do with the whiners coming back,” he mocked her terminology.
.
d’s hackles. “Told you he could get under anyone’s skin.”
fessional distance which is important.” He lifted his finger to her, “but I can see how defensive you are about Mackenna, and I know you would fight any of her battles for her to the death and not think twice. If you had a young patient f
p, hating her cheeks were bright red.
our first child. She’d make a good protective mother should something happen to us.”
istress right here in this hospital.”
my car.” He tilted her chin and pressed a kiss to her surprised lips. “Five o’clock and don’t be late.”
at the sudden rush of emotion she was feeling. She wanted to believe him so d
. “Mackenna, I just want to say I’m so sorry.”
er in surprise. “What?” Sh
and making mountains out of molehills. I thought you were just exaggerating to make yourself feel better for running away like a teenager.”
ckenna’s mouth hung open at her friend’s revelation.
iful and cunning.”
her words. Instead, she wiped a tear off her cheek. “You’re not making it any easier, Savannah.”
ere you, I’d eat that just because he said so. He’s watching you from the door.”
ap. Antarctica was starting to sound better and better.