She returned to the email, forcing the blurry words to focus.
“Ashley?”
She yanked her head up, startled as Devon suddenly loomed over her.
“It fell,” she croaked out. “Off the mantel. I was afraid it was broken. The battery fell out of it. When I put it back together and started it back up, all these programs opened and I was trying to shut them all down.”
He reached down to take the laptop, but she held onto it, with bloodless fingers.
He swore when he caught sight of what she was reading and he wrested the computer from her grip.
“Give it back, Devon. I want to know what it says.”
He closed it with a sharp snap and tucked it underneath his arm. “There’s nothing you need to see.”
“Don’t lie to me,” she grit out. “I read most of it. Or at least the important parts. I want to know what the hell it means.”
Devon stared back at her, his lips drawn in a thin line. He looked as though he’d rather be anywhere but here, doing anything but having this conversation with her. Too bad. She wasn’t about to back down.
“Nothing good can come of it, Ash. Just forget it, okay?”
She gaped at him. “Forget it? You want me to just forget I saw an email from my father basically admitting he bought me a husband? Or at least manipulated you somehow into marrying me? This is my wedding night, Devon. Am I supposed to pretend I didn’t see that email?”
Devon cursed and ran his hand through his hair. “Damn it, Ashley, why the hell did you open the laptop?”
“I didn’t mean to! Believe me I’d give anything not to have knocked the damn thing down. But the fact is I did and now I want to know what’s going on. What kind of a deal did you strike with my father? Tell me the truth or I swear I’m walking out of here right now.”
“This is precisely why you’re your own worst enemy at times, Ash. You’re too impulsive. You don’t think before you act. You just go around wading into situations and you end up getting hurt. If it enters your mind, you simply do it. That quickly. At some point you have to learn some control.”
She gaped at him, openmouthed, as his frustrated, angry words bit into her. How was she the bad guy here? What the hell had she done? This wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t entered this marriage under false pretenses. Devon knew precisely where she stood. God knew she’d told him enough times.
His eyes flashed and he turned his back. He walked across the room to the dresser and slapped the laptop down on it. For a long moment, he stood there, not facing her, silent. Tension rose sharp and so thick it was uncomfortable. Fear struck a deep chord within her because she realized that she was about to learn something truly terrible about her life. Her fate. Her marriage.
“Devon?” she whispered.
She thought back on their relationship. The whirlwind courtship. Suddenly the blinders were off and she began to analyze every date. Everything he’d said to her. How much of it had been a lie? Was any of it true?
She didn’t want to ask. She wasn’t sure she could bear to know the answer to her most burning question, but she also realized she had no choice.