Chapter 1 On the way home, after Damon Starr bailed me out of the police station, I told him I wanted a divorce. “Mia, there’s a limit to how childish you can be.” I looked at Damon, who was focused on driving, and suddenly, I just had to laugh. “I’ve thought it through.” “Damon,” I said, turning to face him, my gaze firm, “let’s just let each other go.” … The Maserati sat parked on the side of the road. The atmosphere inside the car had dropped to absolute zero. “The reason.” Damon’s hands grip