Page 43 of Beautiful Killer

She pointed at the TV with her fork. “Wife Swap reruns.”

I looked back at the TV. “They swap wives?” I knew I was frowning, and I’d snapped out the words, but the entire concept seemed completely messed up to me.

“Well, yeah . . . I mean, they don’t sleep with each other, they just experience what another woman’s life is like. Well, kind of.”

“That’s fucked up.”

She snorted. “Yeah. I’m not really a big fan of change. Being torn out of my happy little existence and thrown into drama is my nightmare . . .”

Sunny trailed off and blinked at the television. That’s exactly what had happened to her. Good to know that because I was failing at finding the asshole who hurt her, she was currently living her worst nightmare. I opened my mouth to say something, apologize again, Christ, anything. Sunny beat me to it.

“Have you ever been married?” she asked.

My fingers tightened around my fork. I knew she was only asking to change the subject, but this definitely wasn’t something I was fired up to chat about. But maybe if I shared, I might get her to open up to me. It had become almost an obsession, finding out what made this woman tick. So I shook my head. “Engaged once.”

“You were? What happened?” Her eyes widened again in that way I was starting to like way the hell too much.

For some reason, I had no explanation for, I realized I wanted to share more. “I’d been deployed for six months . . .”

“You were a soldier?”

“SEAL. Sniper.”

Her eyes widened again.

Shit, was I actually going to talk about this?