"I didn't give you permission to drive the Jeep," she snapped back rudely, and he pressed his lips together.

"You've always been so generous with your belongings; I didn't think you'd mind," he ventured tentatively. "I got you a wedding present of a car. What happened to it?" she gritted out, her eyes flashing as she remembered the beautiful sporty BMW. He flushed as he struggled to respond to that question. What happened to it, do you suppose? I sold it," he said quietly, challenging with his gaze. He loved that car, but he sold it before he sold his wedding rings.

He had kept his marriage, his love for...