Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“That sounds great. Your home is gorgeous.”
“Thank you. Come right through to the kitchen we can set up in there. How’s Cindy?”
“She’s great. She went wedding dress shopping with her mom and mine this morning.”
“How fun.” I put on the coffee while counting down in my head. I didn’t make it to ten when my front door came busting open, and a storm blew in.
“What’s the matter? Did you forget something? Are the kids okay?” Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.
It's like I wasn’t even there. His whole focus was on this man who came here to work on my basement. “Justin Campbell, and you are?” He held out his hand to Jonathan, who took it with a pleasant smile. Poor thing, he doesn’t know our story and is completely unaware that he was caught in the middle of my drama.
“Campbell? Oh, I didn’t know you were married.” Jon turned a perplexed look my way.
“I’m not.”
“She’s….” I gave Justin a questioning look at his response. What the hell was he about to say?
“Shouldn’t you get back out there with the kids? I’ll walk you out. The coffee should be ready, Jon; help yourself.”
“Who is he? What’s he doing here?”
“He’s my new contractor. I’m thinking of doing something with the basement.”
It took him a minute to make up his mind about whether he should go or stay, I guess because he kept looking back at my kitchen.
“The basement? What’s wrong with the basement?” He was questioning me, but his eyes were still fixed on the doorway to the kitchen.
Now you know how it feels when someone else is sniffing after what’s yours. If I had been thinking, I would’ve hired an escort. Next time. As if I hadn’t fucked with his head enough for the day I went in for the kill.
“I realized that when Tim comes over, we disrupt the kids a lot. I figure I’ll turn down there into our little love den, a place for us to play when the kids go down for the night.” My ass, that’s going to be my craft room and a bigger play area for the kids, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“He’s still coming over here? I thought…”
“You thought what? Doesn’t what’s her face come to your place every day? She practically lives with you last I heard.” His mother stays telling me their business which is funny as hell. Last I heard, the two of them don’t get along, and if I know my mother-in-law, she lets her dislike be known at every turn.
He looked like he wanted to strangle me. This ass used to leave my bed in the morning and go Tomcatting around with that hag, but now he’s looking at me like I betrayed him. “You should leave. Haven’t you been gone too long already?”
I pushed him out my house and went back to my business.
CHAPTER 4
Not even an hour after Jon left my phone was ringing off the hook. “What’s the matter now, Justin?” Damn, he calls me more now than when we were married. I guess Daisy Dukes is comfortable in her relationship because she doesn’t seem to see the signs. Justin always was a snake all salesman wanna be.
He spent hours each night on the phone with me and every weekday afternoon in a hotel room fucking my brains out, and some of those nights, I was sure she was in the house with him. I wasn’t too worried about her missing the signs because I plan to out us when the time is right anyway. Her clueless ass.
“It’s Jason; he’s being fussy. I think he might be coming down with something.”
“Oh!” I wonder what he did to my kid to get him to pretend to be sick. What five-year-old isn’t a fussy mess?
“Are you sure? He seemed fine when you left.”
“I’m sure I’m bringing them back to the house.”
He was smart enough to hang up before I could answer and showed up in my face ten minutes later. I doubt he even made it home before coming back here to annoy me. For someone who was worried about his kid, he sure spent an inordinate amount of time looking around my house as if expecting a man to jump out at him.
I didn’t miss the smug look on his face when he realized the coast was clear. I guess he missed the fact that there were no strange cars in the driveway. He seems to have lost his senses since the divorce, or his close proximity to the brainless twit he left me for was rubbing off on him.
“Come on, kids, let’s change into our play clothes.” He walked by me like he still lived here and took the kids upstairs to their rooms with the youngest in his arms, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Ain’t this a bitch? I had to divorce him to get him to be a father.