"I'm here for Damian Smith and Bryan Grey," I told the woman in charge of both Damian's and Bryan's offices. I didn't know if she was a receptionist or a secretary, but I'd never liked her attitude. I also knew that she, like so many other single women in the building, was in love with Bryan. And maybe Damian too. The only thing that put women off my husband was the wedding ring he never failed to brandish.
She peered at me from over the top of her monitor.
"And you are?"
"Connie Smith," I said impatiently. My conversation with Kayla had left an uncomfortable wedge in my throat.
Was all she said true? Was Damian letting Bryan into our bed just so he could bed other women with a clear conscience?
No. I refused to believe my husband was that diabolical. He seemed to genuinely enjoy Bry
