Lainey POV
The rest of the week went by in a blink.
I worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I poured beer and smiled and counted my tips. Travis came home on time every morning. The dog didn't come at all. I also couldn't have told you one thing anybody said to me.
Then it was Sunday afternoon, our day off together, and I was dreading it.
I sat on the couch with a cup of coffee going cold in my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about Thursday morning. I had been turning it over for three days, and it wouldn't come out any different.
He should have been at work. So why did he need a shower?
His phone hadn't died. He had told me it had, to my face, and it was sitting at sixty-one percent on my kitchen counter.
A man who stays out three hours late, comes home clean, and lies about his p
