His eyes fixed on the faint reddish mark on Sara's neck—he'd noticed it the moment she walked in.
"Looks like he likes you a lot."
"A man brings a wife home—how many are just for display?" Sara lowered her gaze, her thick lashes concealing the emotion in her eyes. "With me, he wants my body, not my heart."
"And you?" Simon asked quietly.
"Did you give him yours?"
Sara's jaw tightened mid-chew. She smoothed her expression and shook her head. "No."
Simon's gaze didn't waver. "The truth."
"Why would I lie to you?" She met his eyes, her voice steady. "Adrian Harding values people who know their place. If I didn't, he wouldn't have sought me out. Do you really think I'd dare challenge his boundaries?"
Something in Simon's shoulders loosened. He exhaled slowly, the tension bleeding out of him.
Silence stretched between them. Then, without a word, he picked up a choice cut of meat and placed it in her bowl.
The gesture said what he couldn't. Simon had never been one for sweet words or apologies—he let his actions speak instead.