There were a few small housekeeping things to be done before she headed home, and she flew through them, her final destination—home to Sawyer—the only thing on her mind. She sent a quick text.
Still up for coming over tonight?
It only took a moment for Sawyer’s response.Been waiting not-so-patiently for you to get home…
Jenna laughed softly.Heading out in five.
Be careful. Snowing again.
She hadn’t even noticed the weather. What had been a clear evening had become a cloudy, snowy night, and she bundled herself up good before heading out to clear off her car.
Fifteen minutes later, car snug and safe in her garage, she slid a key into the lock of her front door and absently thought that it was time to have one made for Sawyer.
As if her thought conjured the gorgeous creature, Sawyer’s door opened and she popped her head out. “Welcome home, beautiful. How’d it go?”
“Come in here and pour me a glass of wine, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“There you go, making me offers I can’t refuse again.” Sawyer was dressed in black joggers and a gray hoodie. Her hair was tousledbut down, and she had slippers on her feet as she shuffled out onto the porch and followed Jenna into her place, where they were greeted by three very happy animals.
Jenna set her stuff down and squatted to greet her boys. Arnold’s tail wagged his entire back end. Wallace pressed himself against her thigh while Gromit watched from a slight distance. He’d approach after the original exuberance was finished.
Sawyer pressed a kiss to the top of Jenna’s head, then passed her and went into the kitchen, calling, “Go put something comfy on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jenna said, and did what she was told. Ten minutes later, she flopped onto the couch and reached for the glass of red Sawyer handed her.
“How was the signing?” Sawyer asked, sitting next to her, close enough so their thighs pressed against each other. She reached out and tucked a lock of Jenna’s hair behind her ear, and just that simple gesture made everything within Jenna relax.
“It went well. Truly. Shauna is super nice. She was great with her readers, talked to them. We sold a lot of books for her. I’d have her back.”
“Fantastic.” Sawyer was nodding and looking into her own glass of wine like she was searching for words in it.
“What?” Jenna asked. “Is something wrong?”
Sawyer shook her head. “No. Nothing’s wrong. But there is something I want to talk to you about.”
Jenna wet her lips. “Okay. I have something to talk to you about, too.”
“Do you want to go first?”
“No, no. You go.” Jenna went for a sip of wine that ended up being a slug of wine, her nerves suddenly making themselves known.
Sawyer took a deep breath and let it out, clearly gearing up. “So, Amanda stopped by today.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She was waiting for me. I didn’t even see her car.” Sawyer sighed, her annoyance evident.
“What did she want?”
“Good question. I’m not even really sure.” Sawyer swallowed. “She told me Christine had left her.”
“That’s the wife?”
“No. Cindy is the wife. Christine is…well, she is—was—the new me.”
“Ah.” Jenna nodded. “And they broke up.” She then remembered the last time Amanda had shown up, when Sawyer wasn’t home, how she looked like she’d been crying. Jenna wondered if they’d been having trouble even then.
“Apparently. Amanda doesn’t get left, she does the leaving, so having two women leave her had to rock her world a bit.”
