Maybe Next Time (Vegas Nights, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

Always with the perfect complement, the missing piece, the… missing fucking peace.

I wasn’t sure she believed it, but when my wife wasn’t happy, neither was I.

“Long time, no see, sweetheart.” First of all, it had not been a long time at all.

I did, I did, and I didn’t.

“We got married on the beach. Honeymooned on the beach…” She raised an eyebrow at me. “So you thought since our marriage was born on a beach, we may as well bring it back to one to die?”

She on his ass!

Grief was a raggedy bitch who lived for drama. I’d be better prepared if I ever met her again.