Chapter ELEVEN-PENELOPE

The rumble of a truck idling just outside my front door had me peeking through the glass.

I was currently pacing back and forth, trying to decide whether I should wait on the porch or go hide under my covers.

Avery, why did you do this to me?

I didn’t go on dates. Well, not since before I was married. And even then, I was bad at them.

I’d googled Max, and the man came from old money. He was ivy league educated, born rich, hella good-looking, and of course, the man was a dog.

A real playboy, dating supermodels and top actresses, and who knew who else.

Sadly, I was disappointed my first assumption was right. The city boy was just wasting time here, playing at being a cowboy.

He’d be gone soon. I was sure of it.

Do not get attached, Penelope.

That’s the mantra I’d been repeating all damn day. I had a nasty habit of making mountains of molehills, and ever since I discovered what a lying piece of crap my ex was, it had only gotten worse.