Chapter 70

VOLUME THREE: FURY

FROM THE TEXT MESSAGES OF DREW & CHARITY WALKER

D: You're smokin' today.

C: How do you even know? You were gone before I woke up this morning.

D: Yeah I was, long days.

C: Why didn't you wake me up to say bye?

D: You were snoozing, and you need it. The girls were crazy last week. I found a new gray hair in my beard.

C: LOL! You do not have grey hairs in your beard. BTW, thank you for taking them to school.

D: Anything for you, babe. I just wanted you to enjoy your morning.

C: When do I get to enjoy you? Since you took over for your dad, I feel like I hardly ever see you.

D: If you look up, across the square, you'll see a guy leaning against a bike, checking the fuck outta you. That skirt? Isn't it a little too short for court, baby?

Glancing up, I immediately spot the man of my dreams. Thirty-seven is looking mother-fucking f-i-n-e on my husband. Arms crossed over his chest, I see his wedding ring, the sunshine glinting off of it. Fuck that's