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tty Jean was fi
lood pressure. The doctors kept her in
l she fell asleep, then took a taxi back to o
e was pi
turn on t
sofa, hands folded on my knees,
ree, the front door
, tiptoeing with
soap, expensive floral
g room, he crept down the hallway into the g
s later, the s
othing but gray sweatpan
ugh the blinds lit up h
ed scratches, and three glaring deep-purpl
and switched on
and the towel dropped
or an instant - then his featur
loor, threw it over his shoulde
step. "Sitting in the dark in the middle of the nig
id, my voice flat as still water. "Wher
loor, tugging at the
's car had a dead battery in the garage, so I had
Michigan Avenue is four blocks from the venue. Destiny tagged herse
hands strangling the
face - then flooded back
epped toward me, roaring. "You're following me now
n't b
coffee table, tapped the scr
" I said. "Twenty minutes ago, Dest
was a high-res
white hotel sheets, a glass of champag
he other pillow, mouth agape, half-dressed,
Destiny had sent
five years, hag. He's gotten s
his mouth opening and clos
oduce a single
to, an ice-cold nau
looked relaxed, hungry, bu
iage, he had never on
ulders and pull away - blaming a bad back, complaining ab
cked femininity, if the double shifts had wor
ally saw
ever low
ly not inte
ft hand, clenched around th
band I'd bought him f
g set with an emerald - a brand-new
ding ring, Brody?
ocket, looked down at his bare rin
ard, unable to
avado suddenly deflated. "Destiny gave it to me. A reunion gift
ing temples and
n't fee
w, bone-deep
ad in the eye. "You can keep the furniture. I'm taking my
, staring at me as if I'd suddenly starte
urled into a har
st. "You want to divorce me? Cathy, you wouldn't dare. The
was be
marriage has rough patches! Fine - yes, I slept with her, happy now? I admit it! But Destiny is m
thing from y
st living room. "Maybe we don't have Hollywood fireworks, but we have a stabl
bandoned your sick mother to run off
lled his eyes, shame
in New York! Her husband's always overseas on business, so she's only here for three months! She's going
mach churning at the sh
ich woman's boy toy - and he fully
I said
past him toward
ers from behind, tryin
ere! You're my wife! You vowed
every ounce of strength I had, and
deadbolt, locking
ng, pleading, threatening, all t
shed a si
y work laptop, and a change of
the noise out
ard, dreaming of Destiny's taunt
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