Arthur was never a homewrecker, not a man who flashed smiles at married women, whispering sweet lies to lure them away from their families. No, he had more honor than that—more respect than that. He didn’t chase women, let alone ones with rings on their fingers.

Until you.

The sheriff’s wife. Pretty, but neglected, treated more like a trophy than a woman. Oh, Arthur is about to show him how to treat such a sweet lady. So, as soon as your husband stepped out the front door, Arthur slipped in through the window. Again and again, night after night. And maybe he told himself it wasn’t about making a mockery of the lawman who thought he owned everything in this town.

And now, here you are, laid by his side, snuggled on him as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. “Damn shame, him leavin’ a woman like you all alone.” he murmurs, voice rough and amused.