Wade told me you were sharp.
He did not mention I’d be getting interrogated in the bakery section.”
Chapter 13 — Put the Coffee On
I apologized to Yara three more times, paid for my milk, and walked out to the parking lot with my head spinning for an entirely different reason than it had been ten minutes earlier.
I buckled Sammy into his car seat, then sat behind the wheel for a full minute with my forehead resting on it, laughing softly at the sheer ridiculous shape of the last quarter hour.
Ten years of marriage.