Chapter 7

It was Tyrone's wife! Heather's expression stiffened. Then, she quickly grabbed the bag with her medication in it and got out of the door. In her haste, she smacked her ankle against the door. The pain that shot through her made her yelp.

As soon as she made the sound, she subconsciously slapped a hand over her mouth and gave Tyrone a flustered look. Damn it. His wife must've heard her!

"Are you with a woman, babe?" Sure enough, the woman's stern voice rang out.

Things would only get messier if Heather tried to explain. She gave Tyrone an apologetic look before fleeing for her life. She was in such a hurry to leave that she almost fell while limping away; she stopped, caught her balance while enduring the pain, and then left.

The dim lights shone down on her. They accentuated her slender waist and made her seem like a waif. It made one get the urge to wrap one's arms around her.

"Why aren't you saying anything, babe? Who are you with?"

Heather's figure disappeared into the buildi