FIFTY-THREE
Jean parked the car outside the hotel and they both got out.
Audra began, "Thank you for – "
"Want to come up for a drink?" he asked. "I know what it's like to have your past stuffed into a garage for storage. Forgotten. Only one step away from going into the garbage, like you don't matter any more, when you do."
Audra sighed, dropping her gaze to the pavement. "I want to, more than you know, but I really shouldn't."
"We're both adults, capable of making our own decisions. What your family thinks about it doesn't matter," Jean said.
She bit her lip. "But what about your family?" She raised her eyes, which were full of hurt. "What would your wife say if she knew you were asking strange girls up to your hotel room for a drink?"
Jean barked out a laugh. "My ex-wife lost
