“That sounds amazing.” This could be perfect. Marlee was on maternity leave, but when she went back to work, it’d be at Jase’s shop. Sadie would love to be close to her. Close enough she could babysit her nephew in between clients and meet with Marlee for lunch. Hang with Lothario. Yes, this could be perfect.
Except.
“What’s the catch?” she asked. The rent must be sky-high in Cherry Creek.
“There’s no catch.”
There was always a catch.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
“You do that.” Roman walked to his truck, climbed inside, and gave Sadie a two-finger wave as he turned over the engine.
Another Sadie rule of life? Never trust something that seems totally reasonable.
Because it never is.
Chapter Eleven
Sadie: I did not spend the night with Roman.
Marlee: That’s not true.
Kellie: You should text an ex. It always makes me feel better when I’m stressed.
Becca: Do not do that.
Marlee: They were taking care of Luke. Pretty sure it was platonic.
Kellie: Did Roman at least slip you a little tongue?
Becca: Do not answer that.
Marlee: Actually, yes, answer that.
Sadie: If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to ignore you all now.
Becca: Are you okay?
Kellie: Don’t answer that. Just let us know when you finally stick your tongue down Roman’s throat again.
Marlee: Don’t do that.
Becca: Unless you want to.
Kellie: And if you do, we want to hear about it.
Sadie shoved her phone in the briefcase bag and trekked into Heather’s Cookie Co.
Pink and yellow polka dots adorned the windows. The place was perfectly perky as a cookie shop, but not so appropriate for a divorce proceeding. Even the hot-pink sign on the door that readCome In! We’re Open & Awesome!seemed the antithesis of what her clients were going through—even if Sadie herself adored the color combo.
Stepping through the front door, she expected the festive decor—she’d gotten used to it. The penis-shaped cookies on the counter, however, were not the norm.
Sadie stalled. She so totally needed a freaking office.
One in appropriately muted colors with no surprise cookies staring her in the face.
She sighed. Even if the office came with freaking Roman, his totally too-good-to-be-true offers, his charisma, and his brown eyes.
