Staring at the foggy mirror, Erin was trying to catch her own reflection. Her heart was pounding again, remembering how close Xander had been earlier. She convinced herself it was because of the situation, not him; but her wedding ring gleamed under the bathroom light like a silent reminder. She was a married woman.
Her fingers circled the ring too many times until she decided, for the first time, to take it off. The metal felt heavier than it should have as she slipped it free, tossing it into the little basket on the counter. She picked up a towel and wiped the glass until her reflection cleared.
She studied herself with an intensity she hadn’t in years. What was wrong with her that Will treated her the way he did? That question had been eating her, chipping away at her self-esteem, an
