It seemed no matter what she did, she couldn't figure out how to make it right. The killer was coming back one day early from a conference and finding him in bed with a woman she'd never seen before. She threw him out that night.
"But where will I go?" he whined, even as he was packing his suitcases. "Peyton, you can't just throw me out like this. Not after everything we've been to each other. Everything we are," he corrected himself.
"We can't be very much if you fell into our bed with someone the minute I was out of town."
"I told you that was a mistake," he insisted.
"No." She was proud that her voice was even and uninflected when her insides were roaring like a volcano. "The mistake was mine, thinking we had something together. Anyway, I'm sure you'll find a willing woman to take y
