Bridget’s POV Ray opened the door when I knocked. I was carrying a bowl of steaming hot meal for him and some fruits. Ray was still angry. I saw it in his eyes. Take away a man’s wife and he might endure it but take away his job too? I’m not sure what he might do to regain his dignity. Looking at him, he was ripe for use.

“Hey, Ray, I am so sorry to bother you. I thought you might use some hot food. You look like you haven’t seen a shower in weeks,” I teased him. Ray did not smile. ...