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“I have a sex addiction, Paris. That isn’t an easy thing to overcome.”
“I’ve suggested counseling, but you won’t agree to it.”
“It won’t do any good! Besides, I don’t want anyone messing with my mind.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“For what?”
“To stop this!” She held up the panties. “You have to quit cheating on me!”
“I have!” Butch insisted. “Come on. I’ll take you over to the Martins’ right now, have Kelly tell you herself that it’s been over a month since we were together.”
Paris’s shoulders slumped. “If you’re willing to do that, there’s someone else. Yet again.”
“No…”
She whipped around and disappeared from Francesca’s view, but Francesca could hear her. “What about that woman who was found dead in Skull Valley? These didn’t belong to her, did they?”
“No.”
“That P.I. was here for a reason, Butch. And it wasn’t to ask about Julia.”
Who was Julia? Francesca wondered.
“That P.I. is chasing the wrong man. She’s nothing but a stupid bitch.”
At the mention of her, Francesca couldn’t help taking a few steps back.
“Bitch?” Paris echoed. “Maybe. But stupid? I don’t think so.” She approached the door, which sent Francesca scrambling farther into a pathway between two piles of metal. But Paris didn’t come out. Butch must’ve stopped her; he was still talking.
“Your brother probably stuck those panties in my truck. He knows we’ve been fighting, and he knows something like this could be the last straw. He’s trying to get rid of me.”
“That’s laughable,” she said. “Where would Dean get a pair of women’s panties? With all the medication he’s on, I doubt he can even get it up.”
“Maybe he’s not quite as sexually inactive as you think.”
“Maybe you aren’t, either.”
The door hit the outside wall as Paris stormed out. But, once again, Butch stopped her.
“Come on, baby, don’t leave like this. I have a problem. I’ve admitted that to you. But I’m working on it.”
“You’re working on it? You won’t even get help.”
“I have to do it my own way.”
“And what is your way, Butch? You’re still filling out profiles on dating sites, still meeting other women. That’s your way?”
“It was a minor slipup. What I’m fighting has a strong hold on me. But I can break it.”
“The last woman you slept with is dead. Tell me that was a coincidence.”
“You know it was. Why would I kill anyone?”
“You have a temper. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
“Look, I had sex with her, okay? But it didn’t mean anything. You’re the only one who matters to me. I’ve already told you that.”
