How well do we ever know our spouses?
Billy Holbrook wonders sometimes.
Malaya loves him. How best to show her devotion?
Strangers in strange lands, even close to home.
Sometimes secrets shared mean secrets kept.
An Excerpt from Malaya:
Malaya cocked her head and looked at him, almost smiling.
She opened the door and jumped out, landing without a sound, and started toward the store with her back straight and head held high. The setting sun sparked fire from her bracelets, spots of light dancing over the cars she walked past.
Damn. Billy couldn’t let her go in there alone.
What kind of husband would that make him?