Staring into his eyes, Joyce realized how dull the moment had become. She was with her husband, in her house, and she was safe and healed. She was supposed to be happy, not discussing psychopaths.
Huffing, she decided that it was time for a change, much need to change.
She got up from her chair, and carefully sat down on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"How did you find me?"
Adrian rested his hand on top of her head. "I have a tracker inside you, which is nonnegotiable of course. Michael was intelligent enough to drug you and keep you moving, but just as he signed the divorce papers and handed them over, it was easier to track him down to one location."
He chuckled and she felt it. "The fucker was getting married. What the fuck was he thinking?"
