Biker-in-law's Death Kiss
She returned, and my head swiveled to stare into her eyes.
“And how would you know that?” I let the question hang, hoping she wouldn’t take offense at my dark humor.
“You’re a jerk,” she said, but there was a ghost of a smile on her face. Then she sighed heavily, her head dropping into her hands.
“The HSS secretary did an Uriah on his P.A. husband,” I said quietly, and when she looked up at me, I nodded, “You know the Jewish story? The king who got a woman pregnant and sent her husband off to war to die. That’s what the HSS secretary did.”
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