CHAPTER 23
MARIE STRAUSS FLIPPED through a magazine off the coffee table, pretending interest, but her attention was focused on her husband. She watched him, through the curtain of hair that swept down as she leaned forward over the glossy pages. She watched Tim watching Jess.
His eyes followed her around the room with hunger and longing, lingering on her bare, tanned shoulders, the restless silvery hair. Marie felt like she was shrinking, like she didn’t matter. A spark rose within her and she fed it a little, felt the smoldering anger build. She turned a page.
The good-looking man who’d been leaning in the hallway entered the room, began walking the perimeter. Jess slinked up to him, offering her hand, maintaining the contact for an inordinately long moment. Marie watched Tim watching
