I nearly drop the phone. Sam has woken up and is peering at me through the darkness. In the light of his phone, I can make out his brown eyes. My heart starts to race in my chest.

“Um,” I say.

He frowns. “Is that my phone?”

“Yes…”

He sits up in bed, blinking at me as he slides his glasses back on. “Are you snooping through my phone?”

There’s no point in denying it. It’s painfully obvious what I’d been doing. I should have at least taken the damn phone in the other room instead of looking at it one foot away from him—what the hell is wrong with me? I’d be the worst spy in history. “I… I guess so.”

“Why?” He sounds genuinely baffled.

He doesn’t know what I know. He thinks I’m still completely in the dark. I hesitate, not wanting to give away my hand until I have more information. But in the end, I can’t help myself. “Are you having an affair with Monica?”

His eyes grow huge. He gapes at me for a moment, then he stands up from the bed and yanks his phone out of my hand. He stands there for a moment, and I’m suddenly aware of how much bigger he is than I am. I wouldn’t have called Sam a “big” guy, but he’s pushing six feet—a full six inches taller than I am—and he’s got tight muscles standing out in his arms from all those hours in the gym. As he stands over me, his eyes darken and I take a step back.

If he wanted he could throw me across the room like a rag doll. He could do whatever he wants to me.

But instead, he yanks his pillow off the bed and pushes past me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he says. “I don’t want to share a bed with you right now.”

“Oh,” I mumble.

As he gets to the entrance to our bedroom, he hesitates and turns to look at me. “I don’t even know you anymore, Abby,” he says.

“Likewise,” I say.

He narrows his eyes at me. “Also, you smell like whiskey.”

Well, that could be accurate.

“Good night,” he says, as he slams the door shut behind him. If he wasn’t having an affair before, I think I’ve remedied that.

But on the plus side, at least he hasn’t duct-taped me to a chair.

Chapter 37