Chapter 10

Into the phone, Edie said, “She said she will. I’ll leave my card on the counter so you’ll have my number. Just give me a call early next week—”

“Will do,” he assured her. “Thanks again. I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be,” she told him. “Good luck.”

With a weary laugh, he said, “Thanks. Tell Jo thanks, too. I have to get back to Shelly.”

He hung up, and Edie handed the phone back to Joanne. “It kept dinging…”

“It was a text.” Joanne swiped her finger across the screen to read the message, then scowled. Under her breath, she muttered, “Goddamnit. You have a stack of junk mail, nothing important. Get over it already.”

She didn’t reply to the text. When she looked up and saw Edie watching her, she gave a disarming grin. “Sorry, my ex. Never bothered to get her mail forwarded, and now she’s pissed she can’t stop by and pick it up whenever she wants. If I had known she was a crazy bitch before we started dating, I could’ve saved myself all the headaches she gives me now.”