I'VE NEVER WANTED to slap anyone as much as I want to slap my husband. "What did you just say to me?" My chest rises and falls with every
labored breath. Trembling fingers close around my purse strap and twist. For a second, I picture doing the same thing to my husband's neck.
If Jerrison had any sense, he would drop this. Now.
But there's little chance of that happening.
My husband is a man on a mission. Everything, from his crackling blue eyes, to the lines etched into his pale forehead, to the flaring nose and clenched jaw screams that we're headed for a fight.
"Oh? You're going silent now?" His lips curl up in a cruel smile. He truly believes I'm having an affair.
It's so ridiculous I want to laugh.
Does he have any right to be angry with me? To even ask that question?
