Nathaniel lingered for a moment, thoughts swirling in his head, before finally stepping into the closet after her. She was selecting clothes when he closed the gap between them and slipped his arms around her.
"Good morning," he rasped, pressing his face against her shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of lavender clinging to her skin.
Zara's body tensed. Bitterness churned in her chest. He had spent the night in the study, clinging to memories of his first wife. Yet now, the moment he saw her, he was acting tender and affectionate.
Did he really see her as nothing more than an outlet for his desires?
"I'm sorry," Nathaniel whispered. "I dozed off in the study."
"It's fine," she replied flatly, her tone sharp and dismissive. "I'm running late. Let me get dressed."
Nathaniel could sense her displeasure. He gently turned her to face him, his gaze searching hers. "You are upset, aren't you?" he asked softly.
