#Chapter 61 Just Desserts

I watched as Barnett scooped a bite of the Spanish almond cake into his mouth, smiling at Julia. My blood boiled. I could not believe that Barnett had gone to dinner with that she-devil, just because he and I had had another disagreement. I all but leapt to my feet and charged over to their table. I would not let this afront go unanswered. “Anna, where are you going?” Arthur called after me, but he did not dare follow me. At the sound of my name, both Barnett and Julia raised their heads. Julia smirked around a bite of Tarta de Santiago. Barnett lowered his fork back to the plate. “Anna, what are you doing here?” he asked as he wiped cake away from the corner of his lips. “I could ask you the same question,” I replied, my hands on my hips. “I’m just having dinner and a little dessert,” he said. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?” “There is when you’re eating with the ex that you swore you