"Someone would've come by now," Gilman said, "They probably just thought we were roleplaying when it quieted down. It is our honeymoon, after all."
His eyes bored into her. Would she be able to resist not telling anyone? Would she take his secret to her grave? And what about the divorce -- they hadn't signed a pre-nup. She could take him for everything he had, blackmail him whenever she wanted. Gilman loved her, but he couldn't control her. It was her only flaw, really, one that he'd been happy to overlook for a feeling of warmth. For the possibility of children.
And maybe he could still have that.
"What are you going to do?" he repeated, though this time, he elaborated, "Are you going to help me clean up and dispose of a body? Then what? Are you going to go and rent another room? Will you buy your own ticket back to Oregon? Will you just quietly move on with your life like I meant nothing?"
There was a thread of accusation in his voice, now. Of anger.