He shook his head and refused to touch her again. “No, Molly. No more pleasure until you tell me why you agreed to marry another man.” I didn’t. The truth was on the tip of her tongue but she held back. “What business is it of yours? You’re a married man. I suppose I could ask the same of you. I could demand to know why you married someone else but I understand it’s none of my business.” She cringed. “God, Jonathan, what just happened shouldn’t have been…” His gaze narrowed. “Who told you I was married?” “The grapevine.” He turned his attention back to the food he’d been preparing and filled two plates. The gruff manner in which he thrust one of the plates at her left Molly backing up. “Eat.” “I’m fine.” “I said, eat.” She let out a laugh but was far from amused. “And I said I was fine.” “Woman, you’re damn lucky I don’t get a notion to take you over my knee for almost gettin’ yourself killed. Don’t push me on this. Eat.” Her jaw dropped.
