The Slap That Ended Everything

Not all the hugging and gasping. Just the thing needed.

“Thanks,” I said.

She leaned against the counter. “Was she the one from Palm Beach too?”

I turned and looked at her.

Beverly lifted one shoulder. “Honey, people talk.”

Of course they did.

There had been another hotel. Another story. Another donor retreat Ethan claimed he left early. I almost asked continue reading …