Secret alliances had a way of coming back to bite the ones involved when they least expected it. As much as she always admired Kingsley when she was younger, most of her hoped that he would be the one burned, not her husband. She slammed Kingsley's front door shut behind her, promising that she wouldn't return. Not if he was going to remain so tight-lipped and secretive. She had enough men in her life who wouldn't tell her what she wanted to know. One more was likely to drive her completely round the bend, something she was already afraid had happened.