slammed his car keys onto the marble entryway table.

, and stalked toward her. "What was tha

ments deliberate. "I was just giving you a t

s voice bouncing off the high ceilings. "In

angerously quiet. "Insulting yo

urged again. He grabbed her by the shoulders, h

of fear in her gaze seemed to unnerve him more than any fight would have. He let her go

thed. He turned on his heel and stormed down the hall to the guest bedroo

e that had carried her through the evening drained away, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion. But beneath th

re Harris had grabbed her. Methodically, she took out her phone and photographed each one, the images timestamped and automatically uploaded to her secure cloud. Leighton had t

uddering breath. Then she straightene

n the same house but moved in different orbits, never speaking,

out the window for hours. She picked at her food, pushing it around her plate until it grew cold.

r her, reported everything to

ed sense of satisfaction. He believed he had broken her. His coldne

Harris emerged from the guest room. He pushed open

in a troubled sleep. A single, glisteni

ossessive sort of pity. She still loved him. This was

beside her. He wrapped an arm around her

sleep, tensed instinctively. It was a p

ips close to her ear. "Don't," he whispe

ardon, a king forgiving a foolish

orced her body to relax, to go limp in

p of her head. "I know you only did it because you care so much," he mur

"This weekend, we're going to the Hamptons. Just the tw

question. It

ug her fingernails into her own palms, the sh

nt, sleepy-soundi

oser. He was asleep within minut

is embrace, staring at the ce