I feel my heartbeat pick up as I watch him finish cooking. Trapped indoors by a storm with him...while the man who thinks he owns me looks fruitlessly for us somewhere in the rain. I think of how furious Richard would be if he knew that I have not only escaped him, but almost immediately run to someone else’s arms.
The idea of Richard slogging through the mud as he searches the resort town for me, getting soaked and more and more powerlessly angry, does me some good. The idea of his throwing a tantrum when he discovers that I threw him over for a better man in the time it took me to meet one makes me smile. But better than either is the knowledge that he can’t stop me.
“I’m okay with that,” I say brightly as he starts filling our plates. The realization is setting in: if Richard ever see
