Chapter 21

“I am going to let you drive me someplace because you are currently my best option,” I told him when we settled into the front seat of the car.

“I understand,” he said, waving at the cop as he pulled into traffic.

“I am not happy about that,” I went on. “And as soon as I can make other arrangements, I’m out of here.”

“Is that a thank you?” the twenty-two year-old Ball Park frank who’d slept with my husband last night had the nerve to ask.

I rolled my eyes and turned my body away from him. I tucked my knees against my door and fixed my gaze on the highway traffic zooming along on my right. I didn’t smother you with a pillow in your sleep last night, I thought to myself. There’s your ‘thank you.

“Just so you know,” he tried. “Jeremy—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted.

A few miles clicked by. “He left me, too, you know?” he had the gall to pout.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” he said, all earnest. “This morning—”