The heavy oak door behind him slammed shut with a thud that matched the anger in Carsons chest as he rushed into his study.
He stood in the dark late-afternoon darkness the rooms shadows encircling him without turning on the lights. He couldn't get Annabel in Troy's arms out of his head.
The sight of them together had sparked a chilly all-consuming rage that he hadnt experienced in years. It knocked softly and the door slowly opened. It was Bridget.
She no longer had the victorious grin on her face. Now a mask of fake concern covered her face. She said “Carson darling? Are you alright?” in a gentle and kind tone.
He didn't respond. He simply turned away from her and gazed out the window. Closing the door behind her she walked silently across the thick Persian rug to him.
“I knew
