CHAPTER 37

But even as we returned to our private room, the talk between us was became a little tensed. I paced by the window, my thoughts racing.

"You didn’t have to make such a show of it," I said, unable to look him directly in the eye. "I had it under control."

Thiago leaned against the doorway, his eyes locked on me with that knowing gleam. "Did you, Wifey? You looked seconds away from losing them."

I spun to face him. "I didn’t need you barging in like that! Now the board thinks I can’t handle the job without my husband coming to rescue me."

His smirk only deepened, and I hated how infuriatingly calm he was. "Let them think what they want, Wifey. But I’ll let you in on a secret." He sauntered over to the bar and poured himself another drink, watching me with those piercing eyes. "They’re playing checkers, and I’ve been playing chess all along."

I frowned, still frustrated but curious. "What are you talking about?"

He sipped his whiskey slowly, savoring the taste before finally answering. "