Completely ridiculous.
I leaned my hip against the counter, arms crossed, waiting for my coffee like it was going to fix anything. It didn’t. Obviously. Nothing fixed the fact that something had shifted.
Irrevocably.
The machine beeped softly.
I grabbed the mug, wrapping my hands around it, letting the heat seep into my skin.
Grounding.
Familiar.
Safe.
Unlike—
No.
We were not doing this again.
I took a sip and turned toward the bedroom, already mentally listing everything I had to do today. Work. Meetings. Cases. Things that made sense.
Things that didn’t involve—any male counterpart. Well, except the ones I was more than happy to metaphorically eviscerate in front of a judge for betraying their wives.
I had one of those today.
His wife had discovered his Tinder account. Doze
