ry tune. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed his irreverent humor, his easy affection. Since I' d married Corbin, Kyle had kept his distance, respectin

, always ready with a witty remark or a daring adventure. He was the wild to my cultivated, the chaos to

genuine smile touched my lips. He was one of the f

e just so wonderfully huggable. And I have to say, seeing you tonight, it'

and cold, sliced through the air.

ually so composed, now blazed with a raw, primal fury. He looked from Kyle

ed his head to face Corbin, an amused glint in his eyes. "Oh, hel

s sides. "I'm her husband, yo

fawn over some artist. Or has the definition of 'husband' changed dramatically since I last paid attention?" He glanced poin

're talking about! My marriage is none of your damn business! And you, Adeline," he snarled, turning his fury on me, "are yo

n his carefully constructed world was threatened. In the past, I would have rushed to soothe him, to expla

detachment. The urge to appease him w

ow myself' at anyone. Unlike some people, I don't have a habit of giving my affections to whoever happens to be convenient or compliant." I glanced pointedly a

! An artist! You are just jealous and petty, Adeline! And you," he spat, turn

. He really needs to get a grip, doesn't h

ckles white. He looked ready to

respected gallery owners in this city. He's also my oldest and dearest friend. He has sup

logize? To him? For what? For telling

unwavering. "For your boorish behavior. And fo

xclaimed, his voice incredulou

shoulder. "Addy, it's

e Corbin, grabbed his arm. She looked up at him, her eyes wide w

pure and good! Not every woman wants your husband, you know! Some of us actually have integrity! And an artistic vision that doesn't involve playing pathetic games!" She gest