Fuck, how had this gone so wrong?
Why had I ever let what was a stupid fantasy bleed into real life?
In my fantasy, what had happened after Christabelle and I got together?
I realized—nothing!
My fantasy had never extended beyond a quick and dirty fuck.
And now Christabelle was hanging around like the flu when I didn’t even want this fantasy. Not at all.
How long had it been? How much time should I give Jillian?
Cold sweat began to drip down my forehead and back.
What if Jillian got the wrong impression—didn’t think I loved her—was at home thinking I wanted to break up our marriage for Christabelle?
That was the furthest thing from my mind!
Moaning aloud, I jerked my door open and bolted down the hallway.
The blood was pounding in my ears so hard that I didn’t notice until I was all the way on my front porch that it was overflowing with suitcases and boxes and Cash was hauling one of my surf boards out.
“What? What are you doing? What’s happening?” I croaked.
“Come get your shit,” he grunted.
“What? Jillian, no!”
Cold uncomprehending fear trickled down my spine.
“Jillian!” I cried. “It can’t be over just like that! Please, baby girl, no! Cash, you’ve got to help me convince my wife I am sorry and will never do that again!
The big man kicked my bike helmet out of the way and crossed his arms. There was a twisted little smirk on his face.
“Hell no. Because guess what, fucker? I’ve been waitingten yearsfor your ass to screw up. And now I’m going to make the most of it.”
CHAPTER 10
Jillian
Howls of pain intruded on my ears as I taped up a box of Frankie’s shirts, and I walked outside to see Frankie clutching the porch railing.
“Jillian, please,” he begged. “I’ll never see her again, I promise. I’ll block her number. It was just a mistake, and I regret it so much!”
But he smelled like sin.
“Either you leave or I leave,” I said. “But I’m not staying in the same house as you.”
“Frankie cheated,” Cash put it. “He should be the one to leave.”
“I’ll get him out,” Mrs. Greenberg called from her own porch. “Begone, you!”
My husband looked truly alarmed now, his handsome face white with horror.
“We need to come to a satisfactory agreement with the lawyers,” I added.
“Lawyers?” Frankie yelped. “We don’t need lawyers.”
