From Friendship, RI #3, coming late 2025
He tapped my bare ring finger twice before leading me to the center of the dance floor. “Where’s your husband?”
“Not here,” I said, amazed at the steadiness in my words. “Not anymore.”
“Good.” He gave one firm nod that told me he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me say it. “Divorced? Or did you finish it off the right way and leave him for dead?”
I fought the urge to pull away and tuck my arms over my chest. “Does it matter?”
“Not tonight, Saunders.”