Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Lance looks even taller than normal. His face is terrifyingly hostile.
“Sometimes my wife gets confused when she wakes,” he mutters through gritted teeth.
His eyes are cold and expressionless, and a furious chill seems to emanate from him. He walks slowly; every step is heavy and threatening.
Not worth the paper it takes to divorce him! Whoever wants him, can have him! Andrea’s words echo in his mind. With every step he fights the impulse to strangle her.
“Lance, you came here just in time,” Florence says, “Do you want to hear what your wife said?”
“What did she say?” Lance asks, jaw clenched.
“Leonie, you tell her,” Florence says.
“She said she wants to set me up with you. She sent a candle laced with an aphrodisiac drug to your roo
