Her lips curve slightly again.
"You’re very trusting."
"Stop saying that like it’s a flaw."
"I didn’t say it was."
She leans forward again, resting her chin lightly against her hand.
"But you should probably start asking more questions
I sigh already tired of this game she is playing . "Question s Like what?"
Her eyes lock onto mine.
"Like why Margaret already knows who I am."
I scrabble to find something but when I latch onto a thought.....my brain immediately rejects the idea.
"That’s not....."
Claire lifts a shoulde
"She greeted me like she’s seen me before, dismt she."
I open my mouth to argue but no words come out.
Because...
She did.....Margaret hadn’t looked surprised, not even a little.
My stomach twists again as Claire watches the realization creep across my face.
"See?" she says
"That’s what I mean."
I shake my head immediately.
"No."
"No what?"
"No, that doesn’t mean anything."
Claire doesn’t argue and that probably makes it worse because she looks like someone who already knows how this ends.
The sound of footsteps echoes faintly from the front hallway and my head turns automatically towards i
The front door opens, the sound is unmistakable as a familiar rhythm of movement follows.
Footsteps crossing the marble floor.
I know those footsteps.
Claire doesn’t even look toward the door. Ahe already knows.
My pulse starts picking up... then Zane appears in the doorway of the dining room.
He stops stops the second his eyes land on the scene in front of him.
Me standing near the table with Claire sitting in his chair
For a moment nobody moves and nobody speaks
The air feels thic as Zane’s gaze moves from me...to Claire and Something dark flashes across his expression.
Not surprise or confusion but Recognition.
Claire smiles a small knowing smile.
"Hi, baby."
His jaw tightens immediately, the silence stretching painfully.
My eyes move back and forth between them, confusion rising in my chest like a wave.
Baby?? Did she just call my husband baby?. Did my "friend" Claire just call my husband baby right in front of me?. What in the actual fuck! Is going on here?!.
I try to calm my racing mind and put on a calm persona
"You two know each other,?" I say.
It isn’t even really a question clearly they fucking do!.
Zane’s eyes finally move to me, his expression unreadable while Claire leans back slightly in the chair, Still calm and completely at ease.
And that’s when the feeling hits me... The sudden, sinking realization that I might be the only person in this room who doesn’t understand what’s going on.
My voice comes out quieter now but firmer.
"Zane..."
"How exactly do you know Claire?"
For a long moment after my question leaves my mouth, nobody answers. My eyes move from one of them to the other.
Zane’s expression is completely unreadable while Claire, on the other hand, looks almost relaxed.
"Zane," I say again,
He doesn’t answer me, his eyes just stay locked on Claire
"Well..." she says softly, leaning back a little in the chair.
"Hello to you too."
The sound of her voice seems to snap something inside Zane.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
His voice is low but the tension under it is obvious.
Claire shrugs lightly.
"Visiting."
"Tis is not funny."
"I wasn’t trying to be."
Zane steps fully into the room now as My confusion grows thicker by the second.
"Okay," I say, throwing my hands out slightly.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"


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