I straightened up slowly, testing my legs. They held. Barely.
Delaney grinned, “That’s the spirit. Now let’s get you the hell out of here before some pack busybody tries to talk you into rethinking this. Ice cream? Tequila? Both?”
A small, genuine laugh escaped me despite the lingering ache. Lydia’s ears perked just a fraction. We’ll be okay, I told her again. I’ve got us.
And for the first time since the papers were signed and the vows burned, I really believed it.
Back at the office, I dropped into my chair and actually hummed while sorting through the stack of contracts. The fluorescent lights didn’t feel as harsh. The usual office buzz sounded almost cheerful.
Sindy Finwood popped her head over the cubicle wall, eyes sparkling with pure gossip fuel. “Okay, spill. You win the lott
