Lethal Honeymoon

re asleep long before then. My husband and I weren't dragging chair

t come from your apartment, what else could it have been

y, Hope decided it wasn'

tle laugh. "The woman downstairs came up this morning, Caleb. She w

s smile warm and unbothered. "Is that so? She seems like a lonely old woman, darling. It's sad, really.

was always so considerate, so patient. Ho

earing a delicate silk nightgown. Caleb was sitting on the edge of the bed, reviewing a f

Caleb said softly, handing a glass towa

wave of embarrassment swept over her as she remem

ght," she murmured, gently setting

en them. She wanted to experience their intimacy while fully conscious. She sat on his lap, wrappi

instant. His whole bo

st-not pulling her closer, but firmly, indisputably pu

but devoid of warmth. " I'm not

g a small, tight nod as he kissed her forehead-a patronizing gesture, lik

silhouette. Was it her? Was she not attractive enough

afternoon making sure everything was perfect. She prepar

ed in a damp towel, Caleb's gaze lingered on her. His breathing t

her. She c

ed into his chest, offering herse

ame th

d, replaced by a sudden, rigid hesitation

e muttered, not even looking at her as he rushe

t master suite, wrapped in a cold towel,

early board meeting, Hope walked into his hom

maculate desk was overflowing with

it, her bloo

sed to touch her when she was sober and

dded husband prefer a wastebasket in th

y lost, Hope turned to the only place she c

nted her until she

searched through her contacts

back in college. A brilliant, insightfu

pped the call button and aske