Fredric’s POV

Why?

Why the hell do I feel so worked up — so angry — just thinking about that man? I’ve tried to stay calm, but my head keeps replaying the image of Mathilda with him. It’s eating at me, this irritation I can’t explain. Do I… do I actually feel jealous?

No. No way.

Me? Jealous — over Mathilda? That’s ridiculous. Impossible.

“Baby, what are you thinking about?” Paula’s voice broke through my thoughts, light and playful. “You’ve been sitting there all quiet, head down. That’s not l