He pushed passed her, gritting his teeth against the touch of her skin. He left the apartment and headed down to the garage. He couldn’t stand being close to her, being able to hear her moving around in her apartment. He needed out, away. He needed the speed of his car and an escape. She had betrayed him in the worst possible way and it cut deep. This was so much worse than the whole Monique debacle; at least she hadn’t tried to sell his story.

He hit the steering wheel as he tore ...