Really? [That's slightly sharper. She can feel the revelation coming before it clicks, like a puzzle she's had all the pieces to coming together now that she has a picture to work from.
Windburn marking his cheeks, cracked lips. Hands covered, along with the rest of his body - nothing obvious exposed except his face. She drops both hands into her lap and gives Bruce a flat look.] Seems like it's a little cold out for polo.
[It's hardly conclusive - definitely not damning. But her certainty is growing by the second. It makes sense. From the wealth to operate on his own terms to the random injuries waved away as sporting accidents, to the odd hours and late nights where she woke up alone in his bed with a note saying there was something in the Hong Kong offices that needed executive oversight. It all makes an awful kind of sense. ]
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Windburn marking his cheeks, cracked lips. Hands covered, along with the rest of his body - nothing obvious exposed except his face. She drops both hands into her lap and gives Bruce a flat look.] Seems like it's a little cold out for polo.
[It's hardly conclusive - definitely not damning. But her certainty is growing by the second. It makes sense. From the wealth to operate on his own terms to the random injuries waved away as sporting accidents, to the odd hours and late nights where she woke up alone in his bed with a note saying there was something in the Hong Kong offices that needed executive oversight. It all makes an awful kind of sense. ]