Callie covered her mouth, stifling the scream that would have shattered the robust activity on the streets of the place the taxi driver called Pig Alley. She’d had him trail Wes’s cab and she’d been afraid to get out and follow him on foot. This was stupid. She shouldn’t have gone after him in a foreign city close to midnight. But she’d rationalized it by promising to stay in the taxi if things looked bad. She just had to know if he was meeting someone else. Part of her still believed she wasn’t enough for Wes and he’d see other women. Logically, her mind told her Wes wasn’t that kind of man, but late-night phone calls and leaving? What was she to think? That was how she’d ended up at Pig Alley.
The flashing lights and the questionable atmosphere had been one thing. Her father would have
