He’d never imagined she’d say that, but she wouldn’t be the first wife to do such a thing. He was telling the truth when he said it wouldn’t change the way he felt about her. Who was he to judge? He’d killed so many people in his life, he dripped with guilt. Maybe she had a good reason for putting an end to her husband. “What did he do?” Lawson asked, closing his eyes and bracing for the answer. “He was a DEA agent on the Mobile Enforcement Team. He was shot during a drug raid eight years ago,” she whispered. Her husband had been in law enforcement of some sort, working against illegal narcotics. “I don’t understand. You said it was your fault?” “It was,” she insisted, curling her body into a tight ball in Lawson’s embrace. “He was too worried about me to watch his own back. If he hadn’t been thinking of me, he would have been ready for the asshole who shot him.” Ah. This he understood. She was the widow left behind, trying to pick up the pieces of her life and wondering if she could have prevented her husband’s death.
