Kyle took a swig from the bottle of whiskey he held in his hand and looked blankly around his office. His desk was upturned, one leg broken after hitting the wall. Nikita’s file that had been compiled by the private investigator lay open on the floor.
The words glared back at him, taunting him and mocking him for being so naive. Marital Status: Married.
He swallowed some more whiskey, letting the alcohol burn through his system. It wasn’t enough to dull the soul shattering pain he was experiencing. Married. She was married for goddess sake! She had a husband! The first thing he’d done after leaving Nikita’s condo was come to his office and open the damn file. As if maybe some contradicting information would pop up and tell him that what he thought was wrong. That Joel was wrong. That N
