Chapter 47

• A small scream echoed through the compact apartment as he glanced over his shoulder, just enough to catch her silhouette in the doorway, her mouth a fierce line of anger.
• It felt good—her returning home from work to him. Though her expression suggested otherwise.
• "How the hell did you—never mind. I don't even want to know." She jabbed a finger toward the hallway, her accusation and judgment aimed squarely at him. "Get the fuck out."