Chapter 70

SLOANE

“Hello, Vance.”

Husband.

I’m tempted to call him that, let it slip, let the word taste in the air between us.

But I stop myself.

Not yet. Not here anyway.

“Who are you?” His gaze travels up and down me, scanning every inch of me. “What do you want from me?”

I shift slightly, gun tight in my hand, still holding it as if I have the courage to shoot his head clean off.

“I’m a little disappoint