"Scotty, tell me the truth. Are you going back into that life?" She brushed back a strand of sweaty hair that had fallen into her eyes. She was hot, annoyed that she was going to have to put her dreams of starting out in their own home on hold. But more importantly she was afraid that Scotty was going to be tempted by the easy money.

He shook his head and walked into the kitchen. The response was not only a denial but also frustration at her lack of trust. Every time she asked ...