"I really didn't," Sara admitted, deciding to drop the charade. "But people and objects aren't exactly comparable, are they?"
"True." Eva's voice turned silky. "That's why I called him that night to test him. I didn't expect him to actually come."
Eva knew exactly how to twist the knife.
Sara's eyes narrowed. "Given Ms. James's arrogance, did something happen between you and my husband?"
Eva only smiled, saying nothing.
She let the silence do the work. Let Sara's imagination run wild.
Under what circumstances would a man take off his watch?
Sara thought of Adrian's habits. He only removed it to shower—before and after sex.
"Ms. James, do you understand the concept of a breakup?" A dry laugh escaped her throat. "It seems when you told everyone at the club 'I only want to be friends,' you were lying."
Eva didn't flinch. "If he had no feelings for me, I wouldn't cling to him."
"But your actions contradict your words. And why do you think he still has feelings? Because of one phone call?" Sara tilted her head, feigning amusement. "Anyone with a shred of compassion wouldn't stand by and watch someone die."