as asleep, her little chest rising and falling in

loosening his tie. He poured himse

ivorce, Jul

had practiced the wor

s lips. Then he laughed. It wasn't

scoffed. "Don'

is anymore. I won't let you

d walked toward me, circ

angerously soft. "You are a Vance. Your name is on my accounts, my

his breath smelling

'll never have, with the woman I want. If you try to leave, you'll leave with nothing. Not a dime. Not

ere was no love there. Not even a memo

epeated, turning his back

rushing the air from my lungs. He wasn't just refusin