I shake my head, ready to correct him, ready to tell him it’s Mrs. Thompson. Instead I bite my tongue. In fact, I find myself hiding my left hand behind the computer.

It’s only because the attention is nice.

A distraction, a sweet voice whispers in the back of my head as I smile at Jacob and hit the right arrow on the keyboard to move to the first point I want to make.

I leave my hand where it’s hidden and when he tells me goodbye, again referring to me as “Miss,” I still don’t correct him.

Evan

She makes my blood heat,

My breathing tense and ragged.

Love’s not a straight line,

It’s reckless and it’s jagged.

Beyond the lust, beyond desire,

There’s something in its wake.

It’s jealousy that makes me weak,

It’s hate that makes me break.

Brew Madison is my wife’s favorite place in this whole damn city. My shoes smack on the wet pavement and rain spits from the sky as I close the door a block down and stride down the sidewalk to the coffee shop.

For years she’s come here. She and Jules used to write together in the corner. Jules was her first client here in New York. It’s how she met her now close friend. I huff and my breath turns to steam as I peek in through the glass window.

It used to be a habit of mine to stop here before going home when I landed. Nine times out of ten, she’d be in the same back corner, immersed in a book or a contract. Half the time she was in a meeting.

But then things changed. She stopped going out with too much work piling up as her business grew, and I stopped searching for her when I left the airport. I knew she’d be home, stuck in her office and working no matter what time of day it was.

Work will take as much time as you give it. And Kat gives it all her time and then some.

Today is a different day, though. Given I just told my boss to fuck off knowing he has evidence that could get me locked up, I need to find Kat. I have to see her.

Just before I get to the glass door, I spot my wife. But more importantly, I see who she’s with.

Some asshole is with her. I’m sure he’s only a client, but as they walk toward the exit, Kat’s eyes on her purse as she rummages through it, looking for her keys I’d think, his eyes are all over her body.

The bastard licks his lower lip, and his gaze flickers to Kat’s breasts and then to her eyes as she peeks up at him.