Nightmare

Kira hadn’t believed Liam when he said Austyn was in the company of ladies—no, those women weren’t ladies. Austyn took a deep breath, controlled his rising temper. ‘Go home.’ They barely spoke to each other for the past two days. The cause of it was, once again, that blasted recurring dream. Kira said Gideon’s name in her sleep, repeatedly, affectionately, longingly. Austyn had had enough of it and shook her awake, demanding to know what she dreamed about. Kira fell silent, thus ensuing a fight. Austyn had been bunking on the living room sofa for two nights. He came out here tonight for some much-needed release. Luca was going through a rough patch with his marriage. The two of them bonded and commiserated over bottles of whisky and scotch. The hostesses had been Liam’s idea. Austyn opened his mouth to explain, but checked himself. He did nothing wrong. He certainly did not owe her an explanation. She, on the other hand, was the one pining for another man. A hot ball of jealousy filled