“S**t,” Alejandro cursed in frustration and pounded his fist against the steering wheel of his truck. His death grip on the wheel tightened as he remembered the twin look of hurt and betrayal on Laurie’s face when he walked away with John. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

Driving through the quiet residential streets, he pulled into the driveway of the middle-class stucco house he shared with his girlfriend, noting the drawn shades and light in the living room. It meant ...