Justice For Juniper novel Chapter 4

Juniper watched her husband preparing dinner for her and wondered if she was losing her mind.

From the minute she’d left the office of the Phineas Perez, she’d been conflicted, wavering back and forth between guilt and anger. He’d lied to her about where he was on Friday. She could be a client he needed to respect privacy laws for. He was having an affair. It could have been innocent. Back and forth.

Yet for the first time, she was watching his movement carefully, suspiciously. Every step past her, his fingers brushed against her, making sure they always touched her. Each time he set something on the table, he kissed her cheek. Each touch she cringed internally, unsure whether it was him or her she hated more.

“You went through a lot of trouble to make dinner.”

“Nothing is too good for my beautiful wife,” Kyst leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her neck, that special soft spot which always made her wriggle. He nipped it and winked at her. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thank you,” she stared into his blue eyes, a deep indigo and doubted again how someone so attentive and loving could possibly be cheating on her.

He frowned, “what’s the matter, baby? You look ready to cry all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. Overtired maybe. I got called to the CEO’s office today.” She studied his face for any sign of nervousness at the revelation. “It gave me a headache.”

“Phineas Perez’s office? What did you get called up there for?”

“Delivering documents,” she told the first lie she’d ever told to her husband. “He recognized me because Mom works for his parents.”

“Right. I always forget her employers are his parents. Did you get to go into his office or just stand outside and look in? Us being mere mortals don’t usually have a front row seat to the inner sanctums of the rich and fabulous.” He kissed her nose.

“Yeah, I put the files right in his hands. He was not a pleasant person. Really rude. Not much nice to say about anyone, actually.”

“You know, I find it’s the way with my wealthier clients too. They have God complexes,” he made a face and turned back to stir the risotto he was preparing for her. It was her favorite dish. He liked to make it with mushrooms they picked up from a local farmer’s market they attended every Saturday. “You made it out alive though, eh?”

“I did. Did you know he’s married?”

“No. Though, I’m not the kind of guy who reads the tabloids of the rich and famous. What brings it up?”

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