Chapter 88

At the back entrance of the hotel, Rohana was feeling uneasy. As much as she didn't think she'd done anything wrong, the fury in Miguel's voice earlier had seriously rattled her. She figured she'd better slip away before he could show up. Too bad for her—just as she stepped out the back, a cab screeched to a stop in front of her. The door flung open, and Miguel climbed out, his expression looking thunderous. He slammed the door shut and grabbed her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going?" If he hadn't already guessed she'd try to bolt, he might've actually missed her. She jumped in fright. "Jesus, Miggy! Do you have to pop up out of nowhere like that?" Still seething, Miguel yanked her into a quiet corner. She winced, trying to pull away. "You're hurting me!" "Good. Maybe the pain will finally teach you something!" he snapped, glaring at her. "What the hell were you planning to do to Enrica?" "She's just some outsider!" Rohana snapped, stomping her foot. "You're divorced!