with him. “Andrew really loves Houston. He spends days on end there.” Then she realized what she’d said and she stiffened a bit with a blush heating her cheeks. Quickly, she looked out the window trying to hide it as she cleared her throat. “We ought to take turns.” She didn’t look at him, but nodded her head toward the street. “Looking and making sure we don’t miss them.”
“Liv, it’s okay.” His fingers brushed the top of her hand but didn’t linger.
She looked at him, thinking her face must be an open book. “I’ve thought something might be wrong,” she said slowly, seeing understanding in his eyes. “I just kept ignoring it, hoping I was wrong.”
Axel tightened his fingers into a fist on the tabletop. Why did he feel like wringing Kiki’s neck for hurting the attractive woman sitting across from him? Instead, he should want to take her husband out into the woods and deal him some military justice. But Darwin was faceless and practically nameless to him, while Kiki wasn’t. He knew how spiteful Kiki could get. She was great if you were following her agenda, but if not ... watch out. He used to think it gave her spunk, made her seem vibrant, but it had turned more biting as she’d gotten older.
“I hate to admit it,” he said, pinning Liv with his gaze. “I wouldn’t admit it if it wasn’t you. If this wasn’t happening, but I have wondered a few times ...” His eyes turned down to his fist as his voice fell away. He couldn't come out and say it.
“Axel.” Her hand was on his fist, and her voice was compassionate. “I get it. Details don’t matter. Both of us were avoiding ...” She paused as though searching for the right words, and then she said, “Problems in our marriages.”
Her soft hand squeezed his bigger hand and he loosened his fist studying the contrast of her pale skin to his light brown. “Alright, I’ll admit problems. Every marriage goes through them, but it doesn’t make this right.” His head inclined toward the Roadster. “If,” he emphasized the word. “She was that unhappy, she should have left me, not cheated.”
After he’d put into words what they’d both been thinking since Liv walked into his shop that morning, they fell silent. Maybe he shouldn't have said the word, “cheat” out loud like he had. It made it real ... as if it could really be happening.
Damn, he should have kept his mouth shut. Liv looked crushed. She took her hand away from his fist, which he regretted. Just such a simple touch, but it held comfort. He wished he could wipe away the creases between her brow and the haunted look in her gray eyes.
Helplessness, which he wasn’t use to feeling, left him feeling edgy and empty as he looked outside, watching that damn Roadster. He was beginning to hate that sports car.
He saw her car first.
Of course he would, it was his wife’s car. With an instinct born of being a husband, he could probably pick it out a mile away. This time he caught it coming down the main highway from the east and it instantly had him wondering what was in that direction. Where could Kiki have been? They lived west ... everything they did was west. Shopping, groceries, and gas ...
He hated saying the words before they were out of his mouth. “It’s coming.”
Liv’s gaze locked on him and her curvy lips pulled tight. It was if they communicated some unspoken resolve between them.
Then they slowly turned their eyes to watch.
Chapter Three
L iv felt as if she were in shock. Not the cold and mind-numbing kind but a searing hot, mind-exploding kind. One that ignited as she watched her husband kissing Axel’s wife, and bending her over the hood of his cherry-red Roadster to do it.
Axel made a disbelieving hiss across from her, but she dared not look that way. No, her eyes stayed glued on the horrible display of infidelity, as her breath caught. It felt as though she split inside and she forcibly had to hold back her moan of despair. Her hand