Sherry shoved her hand in her purse again, feeling for the comfort of her husband’s gun. That was her “Get Out of Everything Free” card if anything went wrong tonight. Not that it would. She was just coming out here to clear up some misunderstandings.

Something thumped under her tires, causing the car to jump into the next lane. With a curse, she yanked the wheel to swing the giant Cadillac back into her own lane. Luckily it was late, and not many people drove out this way. Even if there were, they should get out of her way. She was a senator’s wife after all and that did have it’s privileges. She fingered the ruby attached to the thin chain around her neck with a smile. Yes, it certainly did.

The choker wasn’t a gift from her husband, but from one of his associates. A diplomat from Spain supposedly. Whoever he was, he hadn’t shown any hesitation in sleeping with her the night they’d met.

As she turned into the cheap motel’s parking lot, Sherry wore a self-satisfied smile of past dalliances remembered.