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His response angered her.
“What do you know about TheSkulls?Why are you here?”
“You’re not wearing yourring,” he said, pointing at her hand.
“I never wear it.”Fisting herpalm, she thought about the last time she had worn the weddingband.They’d gotten married and he offered to take her away on ahoneymoon, which she declined.When she got home, she stored thering away in her jewelry box.She’d not taken it out since, noteven to sell the damn thing.
Michael lifted his hand up,showing her clearly the gold band she paid forglinting on hisfinger.
“So, you finally put it on.It doesn’t mean anything.”
He stepped close once again, removingthe band from his finger.“Actually, I wear it all thetime.”
She saw from the lack of tan alongwith the ring mark that he indeed wore it all the time.
“You screw everything,” shesaid.
“So, what manwouldn’t?”
Michael was not for her.He may wear thewedding band she gave him, but they would never be anything otherthan on paper.She didn’t care about the women he was with andnever would.
Heart racing she stared at the bandthen at him.“I know nothing about you.”
“We’re married, and I’m not going to let yoube taken from me, Kelsey.”Again he pushed some hair off her face.Every move he made seemed precise.She didn’t trust him one bit.“Iknow enough about The Skulls and about your man to know I’ve got afight.I’m not going to let you leave me, and I’ve never backeddown from a fight.”
Before she could stop him, Michael leaneddown, claiming her lips.She froze.His lips were hard andunyielding.Her body didn’t respond either to his kiss or to hiscloseness.She’d never liked him.Michael wasn’t even trying.Shesaw through his act.
Killer.
He broke the kiss first.“I see I’mgoing to have to pick my game up.”
“Leave Fort Wills,” shesaid, wanting him gone.
“No, you promised me alifetime of marriage.You signed the document my lawyersdrafted.”
Kelsey frowned, watching him walk towardthe front door.“What the fuck are you talking about?”She hatedswearing and rarely did, but Michael’s words confusedher.
“When you signed thepre-nuptial agreement you didn’t read it, did you?”
She’d read it, hadn’t understood a wordand figured there was nothing there to hurt her.At the time shehadn’t been able to afford a lawyer to help her.
“No, I didn’t read it atall.”
Michael chuckled.“Honey, you shouldhave read it.You agreed to be my wife until either you or Idie.”
“Nothing like that can bewritten down.”
“Really?I got it down, and youagreed with it.You divorce me, Kelsey, and I will make yours andyour man’s life hard.He’s a wanted criminal, you know.Anyway,I’ve got to go.I’ll be at the hotel just outside of town if youwant to talk more.”
Michael closed the door behind him,leaving the bomb with her.
Chapter Two
The bar was full to burstingwith activity.Killer didn’t care at all for any of them.Stevenparked the car while he ordered beer for the both of them.The whiskey hadn’tdone anything for him, and during the drive he believed the effectshad worn off.Finding a small table off to the corner near thedance floor, Killer took his seat and downed half of his beerbefore Steven even turned up.He wasn’t interested in having asocial drink.Killer wanted to drown his sorrows until there wasnothing left.
“Parking was a fuckingnightmare.You owe me big for this,” Steven said, sittingdown.
“I’m your passenger.You’re theone who brought me here.”He looked around seeing the variety ofwomen on offer.Part of him wanted to stop and go to Kelsey whileanother couldn’t deal with what he’d been told.
