Murder for the Bride — John D. MacDonald

“SHE MAY LOOK LIKE AN ANGEL…but she's a tramp.”

That was when I hit him, my best friend. I thought of Laura and our three-day honeymoon. I thought of the sting of her full lips, the long lush lines of her warm, wonderful body, her throaty, delighted laugh. And I thought of all the nights we were going to spend together.

Paul had stumbled to his feet, and there was blood on his mouth.

“You need a keeper," he said heavily and contemptuously, :to save you from yourself -- and her.”