"I would," Diego whispered. "I've been riding."
"Diego…"
"I was irritated. I ride to calm down. There, no lies."
"Masked?"
"Yes," Diego admitted, as he glanced at the broken door. "Heaven knows what the servants will think of me."
"A brute of a husband?"
"Maybe," he said smiling slightly. "But then that would be out of character."
"You've never been locked out before."
Diego sighed, and leaned the door against the wall. "Goodnight, Victoria. I'm just in the next room."
She watched him leave with a longing in her heart. Dismissing it, she reminded herself she was angry with him.