“S**t," Alejandro cursed in frustration and pounded his fist against the steering wheel of his truck. His death grip on the wheel tightened as he remembered the twin look of hurt and betrayal on Laurie's face when he walked away with John. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Driving through the quiet residential streets, he pulled into the driveway of the middle-class stucco house he shared with his girlfriend, noting the drawn shades and light in the living room. It meant Ellen was waiting for him.
Mentally, he kicked himself again. The guilt of inadvertently cheating on his long-time girlfriend would be written all over his face and she would spot it quickly. She was as good of a detective as he was.
Entering their home, he sighed in relief seeing her asleep on the couch with a
