"What is it?" Tanner asked, sensing my distress. He looked at me with a concerned expression, and I could feel his eyes searching mine.

My hand trembled as I picked up a fork to poke at my food, trying to calm my nerves. "It's just that the last job I had almost took me back to my husband," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The memory of the abuse I had suffered at the hands of my ex-husband still haunted me, and I shuddered at the thought of ever going back to him.

Tanner ...