“Why didn’t you tell me on the phone that someone was watching your apartment?” He tried to tame his tone, but judging by the way her dark eyes snapped sideways at him as she turned the key in the ignition, he didn’t do a very good job. “Because I didn’t see him until after we hung up. And you were so abrupt and rude on the phone I wasn’t about to call you back.” The engine roared to life with an excess of gasoline from the force of her foot on the pedal. She has a point. I probably wasn’t very nice to her. But what did she expect after practically coercing him into coming back here, to the place where memories stabbed at him like poisoned darts? Everywhere he went in this town, ugly reminders would rise to taunt him with his failures. His broken engagement. The pain and betrayal in Karina’s face when he told her he was in love with someone else. His brief marriage, and of course, his dead wife.
