Chapter 37: Jennifer

Jennifer slipped underneath Stetson's arm, propped up in the corner of the doorway, to stand on the front porch and glare at her ex-fiancé. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Paul's eyes followed her form up and down, making her feel like she'd just taken a bath in used motor oil, before he finally spat out, "Is this how you dress at a client's house?"

"This is how I dress on a Saturday morning. I repeat – what are you doing here?"

"Well, after I called and texted you – multiple times, I might add – and you didn't answer, other than those few rude texts that I just couldn't believe were coming from you, I decided to come up here and talk to you in person. I guess your overgrown ape here is the one who'd been sending those awful texts to me? Cell phone conversations are private, you know," he said, glaring up over Jennifer's shoulder. "You shouldn't be reading her texts, let alone replying on her behalf - "