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de. The only light came from the soft glow of the city skyline through a one-way window. Cullen Kni

voice low and devoid of warmth."Explain why you a

itory? This club

stalking my husband and mistress?But I can't con

and put my arms around myself. "I just

liate you in public, and yet you make moves like cutting off his mistress's funding. You plead for my silence in the garden, then you stand on a ter

tradictions. He saw the game.It turns out that he knows e

on, and my mind is still thinki

ver his face, making me almost unable to breathe. "Don't try to hit me with your ide

lowing him-that it was some kind of plot to use h

he pregnant woman now; My marriage is like a rottin

. "Please-just don't tell anyone you saw me. Don't tell

face, illuminating the tension in his jaw. He studied me like a puzzle he didn't want

chin-cold, firm, tilting my face upward. His touch was clinical

cern. But you are making it my concern by being reckless. Your misery is a stench that attracts pre

rned and left, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone in the opulent darkness. I s

ouldn't face Danny or the pack again tonight. When I got back to our apartment, I stripped

nightstand, buzzed. I picke

rry-the guys dragged me out for drin

hable. He'd been with Cindy, not "the guys."

. Then it buzzed again-a new message, from an

-prenatal checkup, patient: Cindy Hooper, diagnosi

a single l

off me-even with the baby.

one rang. The same known number. I took