Dave

THE house had never felt too small.

Not until Dave moved in.

He was only supposed to stay three months, as a favor to her husband’s colleague. It was only but a harmless arrangement.

He was polite. Quiet. Paid on time.

And beautiful in a way that made her uncomfortable.

He had wide shoulders. A summer-tanned skin. His storm-blue eyes that never stared… until they did. And then they didn’t look away quickly enough.

He was twenty-six.

Laura was forty.

She had told herself the ...