I would have loved to protest but before my failing hands could push him off me, Grant broke the kiss. Grant unlocked his briefcase and withdrew a photo album that looked a little too familiar. When I realized what Grant was holding, the drunken sleep that had washed over me vanished.
"Where did you get that?" I demanded as Grant opened the photo album.
He didn't answer me. Instead he flicked page to page, a grim frown highlighting his features as he got deeper and deeper into my mess.
"Who is this?" Grant inquired, lodging the photo album in my face and his thin fingers pointing at a particular handsome man laughing with a three year old June at the beach. I believed that was Victor. One of my casual flings. He had been a good guy until he wanted more. Marriage at that time was somet
