Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I keep to myself all the other shit my wife has done—or should I say not done—in the last few days. Donna had one job, one job only. Pick up Scoot and Bam from Brad’s to keep them for one week before they have to go to football camp.
I have a lot to do this coming week, and I wanted to give Tam and Brad a break to deal with their own children. Tam’s pregnant. My boys are well behaved, but five kids are a lot on anyone.
A pregnant woman with a new home and friends in town, that’s a whole lot. Leave it to Donna not to pick them up as they sat waiting.
Instead, I got a call from the bank this morning saying she dropped into the branch trying to open a new account from mine. The woman tried to move a quarter of a million from my account to open her own.
She almost got away with it. Good thing we’re in a small town where everyone knows everyone’s business. Abby Morgan went right to her supervisor to let her know Donna was there trying to pull some mess. Which resulted in the call.
I’m still stewing about the entire thing. “Enough is enough. I was willing to let this play out over the next five weeks, but between the look on Bam’s face when his mama didn’t show to pick him up, the crazy call I got from the bank, and Donna’s lawyers trying to apply pressure to Dr. Winsor for a couples’ session, I’ve had it,” I say aloud as my thoughts bubble over.
Paige pulls a face. “You’ve just said a lot without saying a lot. I think you should fill me in on all those thoughts you just had. It sounds like she’s given me a lot to work with to get the judge to shut this nonsense down already.”
I sigh and go on to share what has happened over the last three days. She and Bobby exchange a look when I’m done. I rub the back of my neck.
I’ve been chanting to myself all day that I’m a good man. I won’t allow Donna or anyone else to pull me out of character. She’s been holding that match much too long, but I’m not going to let her light that fuse.
“I’ve got it. I invited y’all out,” I say as I grab the billfold with the check as the waitress drops it off.
“You don’t have to do that,” Paige and Bobby say at the same time.
I wave them off. “Think of it as a thank you. My attorney needs to be disbarred for the mockery he’s made of this divorce. You’re doing me a favor stepping in.”
“I’m sure Paige can have it done on Tasha timeline,” Bobby says with a grin.
I lift a brow. “And how long would that be?”
“One week. Someone should’ve told your wife not to piss off the queens. She’s lucky this is all Tasha is demanding.”
“If you can get this done in a week, I’ll give you that horse you were looking at. Heck, I’ll find horses for you and your children and give them all care, feed, grooming, and board for as long as you like,” I say.
Paige laughs. “I’d do this one for free, to be honest.”
“What do you have planned once your divorce is final? Anything special?” Bobby asks.
“I have some cupcakes to bake and some groveling to do.”
Paige gives me a look. Bobby’s gray eyes light up with amusement. My cheeks heat.
I won’t be baking those cupcakes alone. Snacks will have to help me. She’s been asking for new kitchenware. I plan to fit her out like those cooking show prizes from those shows she loves.
“Long story,” I murmur.
“Um, we’ll have to sit for you to tell me that one,” Paige says, her voice filled with amusement.
Bobby palms the back of her neck and kisses her temple. He then looks at me as if to let me know he’s coming to my rescue. I’m grateful, I’m not sure I want to share about that part of my personal life.
What I do know is I need to get Cakes those cupcakes before she leaves. However, they won’t mean a damn thing if Donna is still attached to me. I need to figure out a way back to the plan I had twelve years ago.
“Will we see you at the ranch this weekend?” Bobby says to change the subject.
“LaSalle asked that I come and bring my boys since I’ll have them for one more week before they head off to football camp. I reckon you might.”
“Good, the gang is still trickling in. It will be funny,” he says.
“Sounds good to me.”
CHAPTER 11
Panic
Lynn
I wake to an insistent buzzing. I toss in the bed a little and punch the pillow in frustration as the noise won’t stop. That’s when the sound of snoring breaks through.