There is no denying that Lance is powerful. She looks at him and feels like a caged bird. For days she’s been thumping her wings and wounding herself, trying to get out of the cage as he watches with amusement. She knows she’s running out of time—he’ll only tolerate so much rebellion before he cracks down.
Andrea takes a deep breath and looks him in the eye as if she has nothing to fear, “Are the results back yet?”
Lance reaches out to wipe the blood off of her mouth. She shivers as his rough fingers touch her lips.
“The result hasn’t come back, but why do I feel so rattled?” he thinks, “There are women practically lining up to become my wife and have my children if I divorce Andrea.”
He shakes his head. “The problem is I don’t want to divorce her anymore, even though I’m afraid of h
