“I’m sorry I hurt you.” His voice was mellow now, the fight gone from it. “But what you did last night was evil. I know exactly what you did. You purposely lied to me, drugged me, then seduced me. What am I supposed to tell Sienna? She’s probably wondering where the hell I’ve been all night. I can’t believe I trusted you. I should have known better. You’ve only ever cared about yourself.”

By now he’d found all of his discarded clothes and was mostly dressed, hopping as he pulled on his socks on the way out of my bedroom.

“That’s not true. I did it for you—because I can love you better than she can. I know you, what you like, what you want, who you are. When you were a hundred pounds heavier, who loved you? Me! When you were jobless, who supported you? Me! I never judged you, never looked down on you, never resented you. I loved you for who you were, always. Can Sienna say that? If you gained that weight back, would she still lust after you? If you lost your job, would she happily support you? I don’t think so, Tony, because there is no one else who would lie, drug, and seduce you just to keep you. That, my friend, is how much I love you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

He stood at the front door, one hand resting on the doorknob, worming his foot halfway into one shoe while holding the other.

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me, huh? Then do this one last thing: let me go.”

Chapter 33

Mackenzie

SUNDAY MORNING

It was a strange, unexpected thought as I glanced over at the man I had married, wondering how the ugliest of hearts could be wrapped in the most beautiful skin. Evil never sleeps, they say. But I was watching it sleep at this very moment, in my own bed.

My bedroom was unusually silent, devoid of the stentorian snoring that usually tortured my ears all night long. Owen slept more soundly than usual, it seemed. Maybe it was a fitting way to go. He didn’t know I was here, my eyes glued to him slumbering. I imagined what dreams fluttered through his head, what fears manifested or hopes surfaced. My last dream was about Robin and I taking a beach trip together, wriggling our toes in the sand, running in the surf. We were friends again in my dream. But that wasn’t last night, because last night I hadn’t slept. Instead I sat in my car in an empty parking lot brooding and plotting. Then plotting and brooding some more.