turning the car into a rolling oven. She was no longer wearing the rags of her "wife" persona. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored pencil s

take this contract and shove it up your... No. Too emotional. Mr.

ellow. Vivian accelerated. She j

ack SUV in front of he

med her foot down, but the old brake pa

UN

was thrown forward, the seatbelt locking painfully across

from the ho

ned, rubbing her he

lack SUV-a Maybach, she noted

ter. Then, a pair of polished oxfords hit the asph

inks, looking at the crumpled rear of his quarter-mill

rsized, cat-eye frames. She shoved them on. She checked the mir

ed her d

ping out into the street. "Who brak

use that had seen better days, storming toward him. Her hair w

t recogn

r creature in oversized cardigans. This

oice carrying over the honking horns. "That us

from him. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the

road. There was, indeed, a p

smoothly. "You, however, were clearly

," Vivian hissed.

ched. He wasn't used to being shouted at.

d over her, casting a shadow that blocked the sun. "Bu

ld that surrounded him. It made her want to pun

t," she lied. Her insuranc

her rusted Chevy. "But I'm a generous

pulled out a business card-one she had printed an h

ained stuck to his lapel for

ans. Designer

. He stared

the word. His face twiste

hind her sunglasses. Here

e, lingering on her mouth, then her hair. But

ce dripping with ice. "Of all the names in N

clearly loathed. The realization was a slap in the face. She had lived with this man for two years, shared meals (mos

ce dropping an octave. "And I'm late

an eyebrow.

nfirmed. "So if you'll excuse m

ack to her steaming car. She yanked

ching her. He should be annoyed. His car was

tle her car into gear and screech away, h

sem

as he got back

ir

l them to go easy on the

ir. Who

d out again. He ran h

un a check on her. I want to know if she's related to my