Chapter 12

“Calm down, please, and listen to me. The last time I saw him was six months before you and I met. He was history by then. I swear he was.”

“Sure didn’t sound like it from what he said when he was leaving. He was here—” Myles slammed his hand against the wall, “—in our house.”

“It was my house long before we met and you know it,” Amery snapped back.

“Yeah,” Myles replied, sneering. “And apparently you brought home every Tom, Dick, and Harry you decided to have a fling with, including the good detective.”

“The hell I did! And by the way, despite how it sounded, he was only here once, to pick me up because my car broke down. There was no way I would have let him come inside other than that time. After all, I sometimes had things I’d acquired that I stored here until I could get them to my fence.”

“Says you,” Myles muttered. He walked to the back door, saying over his shoulder, “I’m going for a drive. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Myles, come on. Don’t do this. Please. I love you.”