But she must. The time had come for Vince to know everything, so he could contain Brad. The Falcon agent, Mia Mendoza, had promised she’d let Anita deal with everything as long as she stayed safe. Brad evidently was long gone because Mia called, and the creep hadn’t shown back up at work. No doubt he didn’t have the nerve to face anyone. With a Falcon agent involved, Anita knew nothing would go unreported. Frank Hamilton didn’t work that way. She chewed her bottom lip and wanted to kick her own rear for spending the night with one of her husband’s colleagues. It had been stupid and dangerous. She just hadn’t known it would turn out so badly. Never in a million years did she think Brad actually loved her. No, she’d thought he’d only wanted a fling, like her. Nothing serious should have come from their liaison. She simply wanted to forget it and act like it’d never happened. Stopping at the kitchen table, she pulled out a chair and sat down, burying her face in her hands.
