A Spooky Legacy (The Spectral Files, #5)

by S.E. Harmon

A few hours later, I finished the last dregs of coffee in my cup. It was cold but I was enough of a caffeine addict that I still enjoyed every drop.

“Hello just wastes so much time.” “It’s one word.” “But then you say hello back, and then we’re in how are you doing territory,” he fussed. “Then there’s a fine, how are you doing, and Jesus Christ, when does it end?”

“Gil wasn’t the best husband in the world, but I knew what to expect. If I left, I didn’t know what my future would look like. It’s…it’s hard to explain.” Better the devil you know, and all that. It was a powerful kind of logic that kept people mired in bad situations. The strangest part was that while it stemmed from a place of fear, there was also a pinch of common sense in that logic. Probably because we all understood that even rock bottom had a subfloor.

“Because I love you right back. And you are far too cavalier with the safety of what I very much consider mine.”

Besides, I was still a little stuck on the idea of him going out for a sit-down meal with Detective Slept With my Husband. But trust was earned, not given, and Danny had more than earned it. So I’d just have to deal.

“If you could see inside my head and how desperately I wanted this...how long I've wanted what we have right now....” He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “You’d laugh yourself silly to even think I’d look at someone else.”