Fatal Affair

found him studying her with sharp, blue eyes that were just like hers. “

Doesn’t mean I haven’t read about her.”

“Hmm

finally gave himself permission to do what he’d needed to do all day. He wept

Whenever I close my eyes, I’m back in that crack house with Marquis Johnson screaming. And then I break out in a cold sweat.”

the one woman from his past who he’d never worked out of his system was…well

Years ago, when she failed to return his calls, he’d been angry and hurt—so much so that he hadn’t pursued it any further

“He’s my ex-husband.”

“Ah! Well, now it all makes sense,” he said but there was a bitter edge to his voice that she understood all too well.

That it was someone he knew, someone he wasn’t surprised to see.”

“Exactly

his height, easily six-three or -four, broad shoulders, chocolate brown hair that curled at the ends, hazel eyes that missed nothing, olive-toned skin, strong,

aura of reserved control she’d found so fascinating the first time she met him