them what time they were coming.”
That should have alarmed me. Somehow it didn’t.
It felt more like standing on a step that wasn’t quite where I’d expected it to be.
“Do I know you?”
The man didn’t answer right away. He studied me for several long seconds, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that felt older.
Then he quietly said it.
“I’m the reason your husband divorced you.”
Every muscle in my body locked. My hand froze on the stem of the water glass, then found the
