Chapter 89

Xavier

She wasn’t supposed to tell the story; I know how uncomfortable she’s going to be telling the story and the more I watch her pick her pinky finger, the more I want to reach forward and wrap my hands around Miller’s neck for letting things get this far.

This is partly Shun’s fault; he shouldn’t have brought up anything about the company. This case should have been strictly for Derek’s murder. My fist clenched and unclenched on my thigh as I watched my wife struggle; I promised her that everything would be fine, yet there she is, out of my reach, uncomfortable as hell.

“It all started when I met my husband Xavier on a plane back from Mexico. We hit it off immediately but he failed to give out his last name, his principles I guess. We had fun before I returned to my family to meet my sister’s fiancée who I’d never seen before, nor did I know his first name. Natasha always referred to him by his last name.”

She took a deep breath. “I got home that day only to find out that the guy