CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEFor a moment, words failed. I stuck my hand out. “Sam McRae. It’s nice to meet you.” Your fiancé is an i***t.
Lisa smiled, but without mirth. “I know what you’re thinking. You must think I’m some kind of sap to put up with Junior’s shit.”
“That wasn’t what I was thinking.” Not in those exact words.
Lisa drew in a long breath as if poised to dive underwater. She closed her eyes and blew the breath out through pursed lips. She looked at Junior, on the ground still clutching his crotch, and shook her head.
“C’mon,” she said. “There’s someone who’d like to meet you.”
Lisa led me past a small rose garden through a side door into a kitchen larger than my entire apartment. We walked into another room and I realized that the kitchen had two parts. A room where things were co
