I stepped in the house and walked down the hall to the guest room and didn’t see her, but the bathroom light was on. I started to knock when I heard her over the phone.
“Do you love Sante?”
She didn’t answer, which reminded me of Carmine’s accusation. I shut the door to control my temper and gather my thoughts. Thoughts of a stiff drink popped in my head, and I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and a glass poured half an amount. Rena was standing in only a towel, with her hair pinned up away from her face. My eyes drank in her full frame, down to her red nail polish. She squeezed the top of the towel, shifted from the left to her right foot. I took the shot straight down, licked my lips, and placed it on the counter, then opened the bottle to pour another shout.
“I thought I heard something
