It was a slip, but he was always good at fast responses. “His name is on his collar,” he said, pretending he wasn’t looking at her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Five years. Five endless years.He’d seen photos of her, surveillance video. There’d never been a time when he hadn’t known exactly where she was and who she was with. The only time he’d seen her from a distance was at her wedding to that asshole. He could have told her the guy was a fuckhead, but of course he didn’t go anywhere near her. If Madsen even knew Bishop had been there he would have blown a gasket. But Bishop couldn’t let Evangeline get married without getting a good look at the man.Part of him had really hoped he’d be a decent human being, an all-American good guy who’d love her and treat her the way she deserved to be treated, who’d give her a safe life full of love and babies.His delight in knowing Pete Williamson was a sneaking, lying asshat told him he wasn’t even close to getting over her, and he’d kept his distance for the next three years, doing his best to avoid the photos that were passed on.
