Anthony stared at Signoral, a mix of shock and defiance in his gaze. He couldn’t believe what she was suggesting.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tight.

Signoral’s eyes narrowed, clearly irritated. “You heard me, Anthony. You said you loved Calista, yet here you are, attempting to let her slip through your fingers.”

He shook his head, thinking it over again. “I loved her too much to hurt her, Signoral. Don’t you get it? You were asking me to lure her into bed—and to have it recorded?” He swallowed, the mere thought enough to make him nauseous. “I couldn’t, for anything at all, do that.”

Signoral’s face twisted...