Xavier stood outside the new safe house, hand raised to knock.

He'd been standing there for about five minutes.

Behind this door was a woman who'd lied about who she was. A woman who'd snooped through his private study. A woman who might be connected to a podcast investigating his family.

A woman he'd fucked against a door six hours ago.

My marriage is a sham.

He'd meant it. But saying it had been a mistake. It had given her ammunition. Given her ideas.

Given him hope.

He knocked.

Kimberly ...