Chapter 193 Not Tonight

• Martin pulled over in front of his apartment building, letting the engine idle as his eyes drifted up to the third floor. Light still spilled out from his bedroom window, which meant one thing: Anna was still awake.
• He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. Of course, she was up. She probably lit candles and put on music, expecting some sickeningly romantic night together. The thought made his stomach turn.
• He did not have the patience for this tonight; he had important work to do.