Treachery

I never figured Clayton for a murderer, but given the money he stands to lose in the divorce, it’s not unheard of. People have killed for less.

The idea of having a constant bodyguard doesn’t sit well with me. It’s goes against everything it means to be independent. But at the same time, Ta

“How quickly can you end this?” I ask, not amused by the flash of victory in Ta

“I can file the paperwork this week. Get a hearing on the books and toss a witness to your attorney she’ll be thrilled to use against me.”

“And you think that will stop him?”

Ta

“No. But what I do after that will.”

I’m not sure I want to know what he’s pla

Obviously, that’s not the case. Ta

“How illegal is your plan?”

His brows pull together on that. “It’s probably frowned upon in several states.”

“Will you get thirty years to life for it? Or worse, the death penalty?”

His mouth quirks at the corner. “I highly doubt it.”

I don’t like it, but this crap needs to end. I’m so exhausted at this point that I’m willing to go along with anything just so it will all be over.

“Fine. Do what you have to do. And until you’re done, I’ll allow you or whoever to watch out for me when I’m not at the house.”

He grins at that. “I’m so glad you’re finally seeing this my way.”

Ta

I don’t think this battle of wills can ever come to an end with us. But then, we’re stubborn people. It’s been a war since the begi

And I’d be a liar to claim that I’m not looking forward to bringing him down a notch once all of this is done.

Ta