I swear, I’m not being paranoid. But the moment Maverick suggested we take a trip to relax, the first thought that slashed through my mind was: Is he trying to kill me?

Infidelity. A massive life insurance policy. A dead child. Drugged milk. How could I not go there?

The only question pounding in my head was: Why does Maverick suddenly want to whisk me away on a trip?

Did I let something slip? Did he pick up on something?

Why couldn’t ...