The wheel clipped the table leg. A sharp cry of pain escaped her lips. Her body tilted precariously to the side.
Simon reacted instantly, catching her before she fell. He whipped his head around, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
"Jasmine Delgado! Are you satisfied now?!"
He scooped Sarah into his arms and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving me behind without a backward glance.
The waiter stood there awkwardly, the strawberry mousse still in his hand.
"Miss, this..."
I picked up my coat.
"Pack it up. Someone likes it."
When I returned to the villa, it was pitch black.
I went straight to the second floor.
The master bedroom door was tightly shut. From inside came the sound of Sarah's suppressed weeping and Simon's gentle, murmuring comfort.
"I told you, she didn't mean it."
"She just has that temper. It's not your first day knowing her."
"Is your leg more important, or her mood? It's not even a question."
I stood outside the door, listening as his words stabbed through my chest like shards of glass.
My stomach churned violently.
I rushed into the bathroom and retched until the world spun around me.