“It’s been, what? Almost four months since Reno?” His tone was razor sharp. “All that time without getting in touch—no e-mail, phone call, or letter.”
How dare he? She grimaced. “Those things work two ways.”
His jaw tensed.
“Besides, we never said we’d keep in touch,” she added, trying to lessen the growing tension between them.
He held his chin high. “Yes, they do, and no, we didn’t.”
Laurel expected he might be upset, but this angry man was nothing like the one she’d shared a bed with on their honeymoon night. Still, he was her only hope. She had nowhere else to turn. “I planned to, but when I got back to Chicago…”
My life fell apart. Worse than I could have ever imagined.
Laurel stared at the carpet. This conversation wasn’t going the way she’d planned. She wanted to tell him the
