I hoped not, anyway.“Out of the pan, into the fire.” That’s something Mom said once or twice when I was little. “Nothing like making matters w...rse for yourself,” I muttered what she’d say.He moved toward me across the console of his truck. “I heard that. I’m trying to find you a place to jump, without the flames. Doris told me to show you this, and hand you the phone.” He handed me a card that looked like a license which said ‘Concealed Carry Permit’ on it. I took the phone.“Hello?”“Hi. My name. " I drove out and away. I wondered what he'd meant by the term 'negotiate'; I guessed I'd never really know.I spent the rest of the day setting up a new bank account, cancelling credit cards, and doing all of the other usual self-defense stuff cuckolded husbands who were about to go through a divorce needed to do. I would give her the house, but no alimony. Hell, I didn't even have a job anymore anyway.Howard Gilchrist was married. I wondered if his wife suspected his philandering; maybe that's. They'll know what to do." With that, Mac dove through the door to the outside deck as a silent round shattered the window in the door behind him. With a swiftness that came from years of experience, Mac rolled across the deck until he could dive off the edge and behind a row of hedges. In his planning, Mac had outlined a route for just such a contingency.Angel and Tess huddled on the kitchen floor in each other's arms, sobbing. The police said to stay put and they would be there in a few. James's lips traveled along most of my neck before leaning me back down and kissing down to my shoulders and unhooking my bra. I let out a small sigh as his hand rested on my breast, I smiled slowly as he continued to kiss down my body, my eyes closed and a moan escaped my lips as his tongue ran over my breast teasingly. His hand behind my back pushed me up farther into his body. He continued to tease me by kissing along my stomach stopping at my waist, He kissed my hips and ran his hand from.