The problem had never been the money.

The problem was that I was no longer willing to buy love on an installment plan.

Chapter 13 — Blocked

The glass doors slid open and the warm ocean air hit my face like a clean slate, and behind me, muffled through the glass, I could hear the anniversary trip collapsing into a shouting match.

A driver in a navy suit held the door of a black sedan.

“Airport, Mrs.