Rodeo (BBW Cowboy Romance) (BBW Western Romance) by Cristina Grenier Page A

the reason for John's sudden change in attitude to our marriage? Was he having an affair or was he just having sex with random women, in our bed?  I really didn't know whether I was angry, sad or disgusted, I needed to know but how could I do that with hundreds of miles between us?
     
    I felt anger needling at me, what exactly was John up to? How dare he have another woman in our house, never mind our bed!  If I had been closer in distance I would have got in my car right there and then and returned home to confront it all but of course John knew how far away I was and that whatever the conniving bastard was getting up to he would, or thought he would get away with it!
     
    I'd never been in this kind of situation before and I really didn't know what to do for the best or for the worst … I supposed some people would head straight for a drink, smash something up or, scream and shout.  Drink was the last thing I wanted, I wasn't a violent person and if was a screamer or a shouter then I wasn't sure that any sound would come out at that moment.  Speaking with my grandparents wasn't an option and the only other person I would've considered talking to about it was Tommy, that wasn't an option right now.  So, I called Miguel.
     
    After apologizing for the late call, Miguel told me kindly not to be silly and totally understood my call.  Like me, he was surprised but he had a plan which was something that had certainly escaped me.  Miguel offered to drive over to the house, see if he could find anything out, I agreed and he told me to wait by the phone for his report.  I couldn't help, despite the seriousness, find some slight humor in Miguel's approach to the situation.  He was very clinical about the whole thing and I now imagined him to be adorning a balaclava and black attire to assist him in his covert operation.  He was driving off into the night to spy, like a private eye with attitude, God help John if he found out anything … not only would Miguel's eyes pop out of their dramatic little sockets but he would annihilate John's reputation with flair and extravagance.  There was never a time or a place for decorum and tact with Miguel, however, whatever he discovered, I trusted I would be the first to know; Miguel would at least wait for my instructions before he sent John out into the lions. 
     
    It seemed to drag on for hours and hours waiting for Miguel to call me back, I did have a drink but I was careful not to have too much, I didn't want my judgment to be clouded once I was told the truth and I didn't want to fall asleep.  Round and round in my head I visualized John with that woman, whoever she was, I tried several times to put it out of my head, I knew I shouldn't.  I had seen someone after all but could it have been an assistant from the office … I pulled myself up instantly, why was I making excuses for what I'd seen, assistant or not … whoever she was, she was dressed only in underwear … it had better have been hers!
     
    It was two twenty eight in the morning when the phone rang.  My stomach lurched as I listened to what Miguel had to say.
     
    He was unusually inanimate in his delivery.  “There was another car on the driveway, a silvery blue Mercedes and when I got there none of the upstairs lights were on, the front reception room on the left however was giving out a small glow, heading for that window, I saw that John was in there, sitting with his back to the window, he was sat on the sofa so all I could see was the back of his head, I couldn't see anyone else in the room and because his car wasn't actually on the driveway I was sure that he had borrowed the Mercedes and that he was alone, however, another head appeared and I'm sorry to say that it appeared to rise from his lap … I'm sorry Eva but the other woman was someone we both know … it was Helena Grainger.”
     
    The words hit me like a sledgehammer.  Helena Grainger, a fellow Chief Executive at John's firm, a skeletal,