"None of my business," she repeated calmly. Obviously she was traipsing across ground he had no intention of mapping. "I see."
"It's obvious you don't. Damnation, woman, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."
"I most certainly am not," she replied, doing her best to hold back the flash flood of anger that threatened to drown her. "If anyone is being unreasonable, it's you. Apparently the subject is a touchy one and best dropped. I'm sorry I said anything."
"So am I."
It seemed that Riley wasn't watching the road as well as he should have been, because a car shot past them and the driver hammered on the horn as he sped by. Her husband muttered something under his breath that Hannah pretended not to hear.
"Are there others?"
"Other what?" Riley shouted. His frustration with her was clearly getting the best of him.
"Women," Hannah explained serenely. "I should know about them, don't you think? It might save us both a good deal of embarrassment."
"Are you asking for a list of every woman I've ever made love to? Is that what you want? Are you sure that'll be enough to satisfy you? I married you, didn't I? What the hell more do you want? Blood?"
The knot that formed in Hannah's throat was so large it made swallowing difficult and conversation impossible. So he and this Judy had been lovers. He'd implied as much by suggesting he list his affairs for her. Tilting her chin at a regal angle, she stared out the side window and dropped the subject entirely. He seemed relieved at the silence, although it grated sharply on Hannah's nerves.
Once they had passed through the gates at Bangor, Hannah watched with interest as they wove their way through a maze of streets toward the assigned housing. The long rows of homes were identical, painted gray and adorned with white shutters.
Riley pulled the van into the driveway of a corner lot and leaped out. He came around and helped Hannah down, then sorted through his keys until he found the one he was looking for.
"The house is quite a bit larger than the apartment," he said as he unlocked the front door, his eyes avoiding hers. He paused, then added, "The second bedroom is considerably smaller than the other." He seemed to be waiting for her to comment.
"I don't mind taking the smaller one."
Her answer didn't appear to please him, and after the door was opened, he stalked back to the truck and lowered the tailgate so the others could start to unload.