Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Six

Tess cuddled around the pillow in her lonely bed for the third night in a row.

Dash had gone from attentive and loverlike to cold and dismissive in a devastatingly quick and thorough transformation. And all because he was furious her father had played matchmaker.

She’d tried to talk to him about it, but he had refused to listen.

He’d spent the past days working long hours and although he returned to the house before dinner, he did not come to bed until after Tess fell asleep.

Tonight, she was determined to wait up for him, to have it out. She wanted her marriage back. Things had been so good before. She could not accept that something so unimportant could destroy it all.

She threw herself on her back and kicked the covers off. A minute later, she rolled onto her stomach. Thirty agonizing minutes later he had still not come up.

Unable to wait another second in the silence of their huge bedroom, she got up.