Chapter 6

Garrison POV

I stood in the middle of my penthouse with Ken’s wedding ring in my palm and the taste of her still in my mouth.

I had set the ring on the coffee table twice since coming home. Twice, I had picked it up again.

I should have stopped her. The thought had followed me from the airport like a second shadow.

For four years I had convinced myself that rules were safer than wanting. Then I kissed my wife goodbye and discovered, too late, that wanting her had never been the dangerous part. Losing her was.

My phone rang. I answered without checking the screen.

“Sterling.”

"Turn on the news right now," Wyatt commanded.

“Why?”

"Just do it, Garrison."