This was one of those weekends. She was going to a little beach resort they both knew well and frequently visited. It was about three hours away by ca... and Em had organized her Friday so she could depart by four o’clock to beat the peak hour traffic. She knew Ambrose wouldn’t be home until around seven. She didn’t leave a note. She never did. He’d know she’d gone away for the weekend and that she’d be back late on Sunday. Em thought he might believe she was having an affair. She didn’t really. .” That came from the angry woman. She was tall, spare, angry, and seemed wrapped very tight as she blurted out the news.That got my attention. We had to change significant security personnel because of the shooting in Texarkana. How had our lawyers missed this? Chief Younger saw my confusion and spoke before I wrapped myself up in recriminations. “Lord Terrance, your head of security has a very bad gambling habit. The people that turned him used his addiction to crush him, and it apparently. “Why don’t we go back to my room and spend the day in bed? I think I could make you decide that you were my one and only,” I teased Cassidy.“I’m not sure you could do it, but I’d be willing to give it a try.”“It sounds like you’re just horny,” I teased.“Maybe.”I wasn’t sure if she was serious, so I stood up. She gave me a little smile and got up also.“Are we doing this?” I asked.“Shut up and take me upstairs,” she ordered.It turned out my idea of a day in bed and Cassidy’s were very different.. Just waiting for the official divorce notification paperwork to arrive the day after Christmas.She had nothing to do now except sit and rock away in the little desk chair. Even the old vintage television set was broken and the surly motel clerk showed no signs of replacing it anytime soon or even moving her to another room with a working one. Or a room where the faucets didn't also leak and the electric heater was only barely putting out enough warmth to be felt a few feet away, at most. She.