Camryn used her spare key to open the door to Maxwell's place. Knowing he'd be home from the office any second, she poured herself a glass of water and sat on the sofa to wait.

His two-bedroom condo was on the eighteenth floor near the north side of Chicago, and cost more than five years of her salary. He'd hired a decorator when he'd first bought it. A few weeks ago, she'd thought it modern, but now it just felt cold. Gray walls, black and white abstract art. Not like Troy's ...