Mischa smiled at his silence. Of course, he recalled what happened. He just didn’t want to take responsibility for them never spending time together outside the pack, and was, right now, in here telling her it wasn’t all his fault. When, in fact, he had caused this very thing himself, or Christy had forced his hand into doing it.
“They called Christy your mistress,” Mischa reminded him, “and do you recall how upset she was about that? And how did you resolve that problem?” She stared at him pointedly, and he shifted uncomfortably in that chair over there as he realized he’d just backed himself into a corner and had no way out.
“Yes you, Anthony, told them we were separated, so you could be seen in public dating Christy without her getting any backlash.” She nodded. “So, explain to me how
