CHAPTER 373

“Nah. I have my truck since Cord took the boys home.”

“Good enough. See you.” Carolyn hefted the box and disappeared out the side door.

At AJ’s 350 Cummins turbo diesel Chevy, Keely said, “Need a boost getting into your monster truck, el preggo?”

“No. But you can bet your butt I’ll let my handsome hubby give me a hand to help me down.”

Knowing Cord, that hand would go straight up his wife’s skirt. Those two still acted like randy teens.

Keely admitted a tinge of jealousy her best friend had found the type of love all women dream of.

She meandered to her own rig, anxious about going home, which was a total crock because chances were slim Jack would even be there yet.

Still…how would this play out? Scenarios flitted through her brain but nothing solidified. Maybe having a blank slate wasn’t such a bad thing.

Trudging up the stairs, she knew she’d ditch her high heels first thing. People thought pointy-toed cowboy boots were painful? Please. Boots were bedroom slippers compared to these